Chapter 5 — White Petaled Cat Flower To Mom

"When she left me that year, her body was clearly so healthy. A healthy person, when did she have heart disease?" The neighbor next door looked at his lost and lost appearance: "We all know that little Dao Dao is miserable. Since childhood she has had dilated cardiomyopathy, so has Tieu Bao, sigh." "It's always been fine. It's just that when she graduated from college, she fell in love and suffered too much, so her illness got worse. These past few years, she's been relying on medicine to get by. You don't know at all, do you?" Dad's eyes turned red as he looked at the person who was speaking: "Loss of love suffered a big blow? It's obvious that she doesn't need me! It was she who cruelly said goodbye to me first, how could she bear the blow?" The neighbor looked at him with a suspicious face: "What's wrong with you? In recent years, Dao Dao has often reminded us that in college, she had a lover that she especially liked and missed for many years." An elderly neighbor remembered and continued: "I remember too. But a few years ago, a special old lady came to the door and scolded her for having a genetic disease. At that time she was still pregnant, very pitiful. That old lady also scolded her that if she gave birth, she would harm the next generation. That old lady, could it be that she is your mother?" "Two years ago, a beautiful girl came to the door and said a lot of hurtful words to stimulate Dao Dao. Dao Dao already had a bad heart, and that night she couldn't stand it anymore and died." I heard every word clearly, and immediately whispered: "Auntie Lam Uyen is a bad person, grandmother is also a bad person. Mom doesn't like them at all." "Lin Uyen? Grandma?" My father's whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, frozen in place. He remembered what happened before, his chest aching every time. After graduating, he prepared to return home to take over the family business. He made it clear that after Tet, he would take his mother to meet her parents. But not long after, Khuong Dao suddenly called him: "I don't need you anymore, let's break up, I like someone else." He wanted to go find Khuong Dao, but Khuong Dao did not agree. Because of this statement, he was in decline for a month. After that, his mother felt sad for him and personally went to find my grandmother to reason with her, but was pushed down the stairs by my grandmother, breaking her leg. After that, Lam Uyen - the daughter of a close family friend, also a mutual friend of him and Khuong Dao - proactively stepped forward to help reconcile. But when he returned, he told him that Khuong Dao asked for five million in lost youth fees, and had already met a new boyfriend. He believed these words for seven years. Dad looked at me with empty eyes: "Tieu Bao, where did your mother get the five million? And where is your stepfather? Didn't she send you a photo of you a few days ago? Is your mother unwilling and still making up lies to deceive me?" I listened but didn't understand anything, quickly shook my head and explained: "There is no stepfather, what are you talking about! Those photos were all sent by my grandmother!" “Grandma said, let dad watch you grow up every day, he will miss you a little more, he will be a little closer to you.” Dad's eyes became completely panicked: "So that's it..." He vaguely felt in his heart that there seemed to be some misunderstanding. But this speculation is really too painful. Now he absolutely does not dare to think deeply. I stood on the ground, saw my mother's photo, and immediately felt sorry for myself: "Auntie Lam Uyen scolded people, grandma still beat me, huh huh..." I raised my hand to gently touch the bruise on my arm. Dad suddenly regained composure and stared at my arm: "Why is this happening? Did Grandma hit you?" I nodded forcefully: "Grandma beat me at the hospital, told me not to pass the disease on to dad, and didn't let me come look for dad anymore." I don't remember all of my grandmother's harsh words. But I remember the meaning of hating me in that sentence very clearly. I still remember, in the past, my grandmother often called my mother, always mocking her as sick, always scolding her. At this time, the neighbors all left. In the quiet house, Dad looked around this cramped and dilapidated rented house, the pain under his eyes could no longer be hidden: "For the past few years, the three of you have always lived here? Do you rely on this place for your living?" I raised my head and looked around, following the umbrella's eyes

just look over. Mom said, our house is only forty square meters, very small. But as long as everyone is together, they are very happy. "Yes! Small house, big love!" "Mom and I have to take medicine for medical examination and save money. Mom said, I want to plant a lot of small flowers on the windowsill for you. When I have money later, I will plant flowers for Tieu Bao." I remember my mother's gentle yet pale smiling face, with sweetness in her heart. It was drizzling outside, and the small room was both humid and stuffy. Dad bent his elbows on his knees, bowed his head: "It turns out that these past few years, we have always been so close to each other. Both mother and child's bodies are not good, how can we live forever in a place like this..." 8 Dad sat next to the bed, silent for a long, long time. The room was silent. I sat obediently next to him and looked at him for a long time, so long that I almost thought he was asleep. After a long time, he slowly moved his body, raised his hand to take out his phone, and called his assistant.