Chapter 3 — I Give My Mother a Fever Reducing Drink During Pregnancy

"Back then I told you to give me medicine, why didn't you?! You damn comet, you useless comet! It's all because of you! My poor Kim Bao, it's all you who harmed him, you harmed him! You should die already! I really shouldn't have given birth to you!"

I was still young, how could I avoid her crazy punches and kicks? My father just stood there coldly looking, his face extremely gloomy. In the end, thanks to the neighbors who heard the noise and rushed in to help, I was not beaten to death. It's ridiculous. In her previous life she blamed me for giving her medicine, in this life she blamed me for not giving her medicine. Physical fitness can be completely improved. In my previous life, my younger brother was chubby and strong, and at the age of ten he was as big as a calf. They knew it had nothing to do with me, but they still blamed all their mistakes and misfortunes on me. No one cares about right or wrong, I'm just something for them to vent their anger at, an animal they hold in their hands for life. But, why? Obviously it wasn't me who gave my mother a fever, and it wasn't me who stole her medicine. I have done everything I can do! It's okay, I told myself. Maybe my mother was so shocked by my illness that she acted like that. If you don't remember, let me remind you. I hid behind the neighbors, looking at my mother in fear. Bloodshot eyes, panting, looking like a lunatic.

"Mom... mom... Thu De knows it's wrong... But... but you told me to take medicine... when I was pregnant with you, right?... I... I already listened to you to buy medicine... at that time... at that time..."

I cried and sobbed, stammering to remind everyone present at that time.

“Mom... don't blame grandma... she takes care of you... she doesn't let you get cold... she's just doing it for you and me... she..."

I successfully saw my mother's face distort for a split second. Putting aside any merits, she really loves my brother. But my grandmother loves it even more. Perhaps after listening to what the doctor said, she knew that not giving my mother medicine at that time was due to old superstition, which was harmful to both mother and child. Knowing that she was wrong, her heart was already filled with both pain and anger. Now that she heard me say that, she immediately exploded. And she was crazier than my mother.

"You gluttonous whore, you flirtatious woman! You harmed my nephew! You killed my great-grandson!"

A broom hit my mother's back, she screamed, her face turned pale, then ran away in panic across the yard, no longer in the mood to pay attention to me.

5

It wasn't for nothing that my mother had a fever during pregnancy. Pregnant women often crave food. That day my father received his salary and said he would buy crabs for her to eat. It was drizzling, so my mother insisted on going to the village to wait for my father to return. As a result, after eating crab that night, the next afternoon I started to have a slight fever. Maybe my mother has forgotten that, but I haven't. My grandmother has been holding back for so long, I - as her grandchild - of course have to create an opportunity for her to vent her anger. What if I choke too much and get sick? I bought the medicine, in exchange for a beating from her. She even went to the medical station to cause trouble, everyone knows about it. Unless she wants to forever be oppressed by my mother, and wants to let my father blame her all his life, then she will definitely follow my advice and blame all the blame on her mother. I don't know what reason my mother can use to hate me this time. But when I think about it, it makes no sense — she doesn't need a reason to hate me. The sound of my mother screaming like she was being slaughtered echoed throughout the yard and neighbors I can't even pull the bumper, I can only sigh and say "so poor". Even though it was so noisy, my younger brother still slept soundly. My father squatted in front of the door, his head in his hands, his whole body looking devastated. My brother ended up like this, his family is not well off, besides a few acres of fields, the whole family depends on his father's wages as a construction worker - 90 thousand a day. Over the years, I may have accumulated a little, but to treat my illness, it's nothing. Furthermore, with current medicine, cerebral palsy is an incurable disease. The whole family was in chaos, and I had no emotions. Because that night, while I was trying to endure the pain to make warm water to wipe her body, I overheard my father and grandmother discussing selling me to get money for medical treatment. Because my sister still didn't look much different from a normal child on the outside, they couldn't bear to let her go. I pursed my lips and turned back to the house, feeling neither happy nor sad. I understand very clearly, this house is like a swamp, no matter how much I struggle, I can't get out. So since I was resurrected, I have always been ready for an ultimate reunion. I've already died once, it doesn't matter how I live anymore. Even if I die again, I will definitely take a few people with me. I hate them all — equally. The next morning, I woke up early as usual, fed the chickens, cut vegetables for the pigs, then hid the only half dumpling in my body, and walked half an hour to school. After school, I took the opportunity to pick up plastic bottles and find a private place to hide them. A plastic bottle sells for two cents. The medicine I bought for my mother was exchanged for money from the bottle. I picked for a month to collect more than seven coins. I need time, I also need money. Fortunately, in the following days, my grandmother and parents were busy taking my younger brother to the city for a medical examination, so no one had the mind to pay attention to me. They went more and more, but when they returned, their expressions became more impatient and disappointed. Almost every time they came back, I was beaten. My father's intention to sell me gradually cooled, not because of friendship, but because I heard my grandmother say:

"If... Kim Bao doesn't have anyone left in the future, someone has to take care of him for the rest of his life. That damn kid is neither big nor small now, and even if he sold it, he wouldn't get much money, so let it go."

My mother listened to my father, and my father listened to my grandmother, so that was the end of the matter.