Chapter 2 — My Whole Family Hates Me

5Yes, I am sick. The brain tumor was just diagnosed two days ago. When getting the results, the doctor looked at me regretfully, saying I was too young to have this disease, his face full of sadness. He advised me to stay relaxed, actively seek treatment, there is still a chance for cure. I didn't know how I felt when I saw the diagnosis. It just feels like all the struggles, resentments, resentments, struggles, and sufferings have come to an end. I breathed a sigh of relief. Can finally be freed. The old doctor's voice was full of sympathy. "If your parents knew, they would definitely be very heartbroken." I think he thought too much. Actually, things are not without signs. If my parents, or my brother, had paid more attention to me, detected abnormalities early and taken me to the doctor, perhaps the disease would not have progressed to the final stage. But in their eyes, my memory loss was just being scolded for being dull and stupid; As for headaches and nausea, they are considered to be intentionally pretending to be sick to seek pity. The first time I had a seizure at school, my dad and older brother were away on a business trip. The teacher had to make more than ten phone calls to get my mom to come. When I saw my relatives, my fear appeared a little. But before I could express my anger, my mother slapped me harshly, making me freeze. At that time I was still lying on the bed in the school infirmary. She stood in front of the principal, teachers and my classmates, pointing at me and scolding me. "You can't stand it if you don't act!" "Can't you just be quiet! I don't have time to deal with your nonsense!" From that moment on, I realized how much my mother hated me. I no longer showed weakness in front of them, but I couldn't control the seizures. It always appears without warning. Later, a few times I had a seizure at home, and my father and brother wanted to run to see how I was doing. But mother, sitting at the table eating, stopped them and said not to worry about me. So they continued to eat, and I lay on the floor twitching non-stop. When I woke up, the living room was dark, the whole family had long gone into the bedroom. 6Just like now, my body started to lose control again. In the chaos, I vaguely heard a lot of noise around me. There are many people talking. There were also people who kept calling my name, telling me to wake up. Someone held my arms and legs tightly, pulling me out of the fierce struggle in the deep sea. I opened my eyes, my voice was hoarse, I couldn't recover for a moment. The owner of the photography shop, Song Lam, was still kneeling next to me. "Why are you here? What's wrong with me..." The crowd around had not yet dispersed, everyone looked at me worriedly. Song Lam's forehead was drenched in sweat. That's something I've never seen on a family member's face. I immediately understood. Ah, having a seizure again. In the middle of such a crowded street, it was a bit embarrassing. "Help me up." The old lady standing nearby asked worriedly. "Granddaughter, what are your parents' phone numbers? Do you need to call them?" "Yes, we've already called an ambulance, you should go to the hospital to get checked." I refused their kindness. Thanks Song Lam to take me somewhere else. 7 The sky started to get dark. I looked out the window and sighed, I couldn't register as an organ donor today. Song Lam sat opposite, his dark eyes seemed to see through me. "Where are you going tonight?" Half an hour ago, when I firmly refused to go to the hospital, Song Lam helplessly gave in and offered to take me home. If it were normal, to avoid trouble, I would probably pretend to let him take me home. After he leaves, I will find another place to stay. But today I really don't have the strength to do that. Frankly speaking, I have no home to return to. As for the reason Song

Lam appeared next to me. According to him, since the morning when I said I wanted to take pictures, he was uneasy. When I left, he was afraid that if I left the store I would jump into the river, so he silently followed from afar. Only when he saw me showing unusual signs and falling down convulsing did he rush over. I complimented him without emotion. "You're such a good person." "No need. I'm just afraid you'll commit suicide, the police will find you first to ask." Ha ha, stop laughing for a moment. 8 We sat until the cafe closed. Song Lam asked me again what I planned to do next. I said, "Go to the door of the Red Cross and find somewhere to sit temporarily." He frowned slightly, "What are you doing there?" "Tomorrow I'm going to register to donate my organs." "Why do you want to donate?" "I'm afraid I'm dead but my family won't accept me. Even if I die, I don't want my body to be eaten by dogs. That's so pitiful." Song Lam: "..." In the end, he really couldn't bear to see me squatting in front of an agency, so he picked up the back of my shirt and dragged me to his house. "If you don't mind, I have a place for you in my house. sleep.” I was startled, “Between a man and a woman, what are you planning to do to me!” He looked uncomfortable, "Don't worry, I'm not at the level of an animal to attack a minor." "I'm an adult! I just turned 18 today!" His steps stopped: "Today is your birthday?" I pursed my lips, my face slightly sad: "Yes, is that okay?" "Okay. 5 minutes left, today I'm the best." 9 It turned out that Song Lam lived with her grandmother. She saw her nephew bringing a girl home at midnight and was confused and didn't know what to do. When she learned that today was my 18th birthday, she insisted on making me a bowl of noodles. When the hot bowl of noodles was served, I tried to control my hands under the table that were starting to tremble uncontrollably. The familiar feeling came back and I felt extremely helpless. Just pray that I don't get sick right now. "Baby, 18 years old is the most beautiful age, eat this bowl of longevity noodles and live a hundred years." I couldn't hold back my tears. Just let it flow out, no more trying to hold it back. Grandma saw me just sitting and crying looking at the bowl of noodles, with no intention of touching my chopsticks. She awkwardly explained: "The bowls and chopsticks are all clean, don't criticize me." I just shook my head. Song Lam teased, "Are you going to let me feed you?" I shook my head again. In the end, there was no other way, I pinched my thigh, tried to calm down, slowly lifted my chopsticks, trying to pick up the noodles. But grandma still saw it. "Why are your hands shaking like this?" I felt hopeless, the feeling of helplessness and self-pity because my body couldn't control me, suddenly came like a wave. Tears kept falling drop by drop into the bowl of noodles. After a strange silence, Song Lam suddenly laughed and explained for me. "She was so touched." But in the end, before the bowl of noodles could be finished, my brother came over.