Chapter 21 — Nanny Counts Moles

Diep Tieu Tranh trembled in my arms but did not cry. The little girl just asked in a low voice: "Where is my mother?" I endured the pain and handed her over to the female police officer who had just rushed in. "Your mother will also go out." When Mrs. Ha was helped up, the corner of her mouth was full of blood. Her first reaction was not to look at herself, but to look for her child. " Tranh Tranh." Diep Tieu Tranh reached out to her. The policewoman carried the baby over. Mother and daughter hugged each other, crying until they could barely breathe. I sat on the ground, my knees hurt to the point of numbness. Tan Man rushed in, saw that I was still awake and breathed a sigh of relief. "You scared me to death." I asked: "Where is her husband?" The police quickly found Mr. Ha in the warehouse behind the market. He was tied to the pole, still alive, just not beaten lightly. When the man in the black coat and his accomplices were taken away, they still shouted that they were just coming to pick up the child from the Giang family. Tan Man directly threw a stack of documents down in front of him. "Kidnapping a minor, causing injury to adoptive parents, obstructing the investigation of the case." "You can slowly explain who you came to pick up." In the afternoon, Diep Tieu Tranh was taken to Nam Cang Hospital. When the doctor examined the soles of her feet, everyone was silent. In the middle of the sole of her left foot is an old, light red mark. The shape is irregular, but a vague C is still visible. Next to it are three pinhead-like pigment dots. Ms. Ha covered her mouth, tears kept flowing. "We always thought it was a birthmark." I stood next to the hospital bed, my palms tightening little by little. Tran Bach Xuyen and those people not only marked Tieu Man and An An. But he also left a mark on Diep Tieu Tranh's body so they could recognize him. When these children were still unable to speak, they were used by adults to hide their shame, to calculate accounts, and to compete for money and responsibility. I asked Diep Tieu Tranh: "Does it hurt?" The girl looked at me and shook her head. A moment later, she said very softly again: "It hurt before." The bridge of my nose is stinging. Tan Man put away the inspection report. "With these things, plus old records and Tran Bach Xuyen's testimony, the case cannot be swept under the rug anymore." I nodded. At this time the phone rang. It's my mother. I immediately picked up the phone. Tieu Man's voice came from the other end. "Mom, have you bought a cake?" I closed my eyes and smiled. "Buy." "Strawberry flavor." Tieu Man said in a low voice: "An An also wants one." An An's voice came from next to me, even smaller. "You don't need it." My eyes heated up. "It's all there." "No one is missing." After hanging up, Tham Nghien's message appeared. "I've given all the documents to the police." "There's also a copy of the record supplement form you signed that year." "Sorry." I took a look and didn't answer. Sorry not the end. The new payment is the end.21One month later, the old case of Nhan An Hospital was officially filed and publicly investigated. Tran Bach Xuyen, the staff on duty who participated in editing records that year, and people related to the Giang family were all brought under investigation. At first, Mrs. Giang still insisted that she just wanted her granddaughter back. Until the police found in her warehouse in Nangang three copies of baby marking sheets from many years ago. Write clearly on the board. Three spots on the top of the head. Three spots behind the ear. Code number on the bottom of the foot. Her so-called recognition of relatives has never come from a place of closeness. It's about seeing the child as a key that can open the lock. Dai Chi Minh testified that at first Phung Ngoc Cam really just wanted to find Giang Nghi's biological daughter. But she was taken advantage of by old lady Giang and Tran Bach Xuyen. After receiving wrong information, she vented her fear on Tieu Man. She thought that she could prove it just by counting the dots on Tieu Man's head

Giang Nghi did not die in vain that year. But she forgot that Tieu Man was not evidence. Tieu Man is just a three-year-old child. After that, Phung Ngoc Cam asked to directly apologize to me and Tieu Man. I refuse. I told Tan Man to pass on the words to her. "What you should say, please tell the judge." "Don't continue to put your guilt in front of the child." Tieu Man still had nightmares. She would wake up in the middle of the night and touch her hair, crying and saying she didn't want her hair tied. I took her to get her hair cut. Not because anyone said short hair is good, nor to hide those spots. But because it was she who stood in front of the mirror, softly saying that she wanted her head to be a little lighter. After cutting it, she touched her ear-length hair and for the first time truly smiled. "Mom, the wind can blow into my ears." I squatted in front of her, the bridge of my nose stinging. "Then let the wind blow from now on." An An also moved to live in my house. At first she didn't dare ask for anything. When eating, only pick up the outermost dishes. When sleeping, just lie in the corner of the bed. When bathing, when she sees me holding a comb, she will instinctively cover it behind her ears. I don't force her to change. I just tell her every day. "You can say no." "You can cry." "You can pick the carrots out of the bowl." Tieu Man quickly disciplined her.