I was saved by the village witch.

She took me to the hospital and said that I would have good fortune after surviving the disaster.

I cried and laughed, but in the end, I just lay silently on the bed, shedding tears.

"Witch, you're so powerful. Can you help me calculate whether my parents love me or not?"

The witch asked for my birthdate, but I shook my head and said, "I don't know my birthdate."

She took my right hand and carefully examined my palm lines. "They love you very much."

"If I become crippled or disabled, will they still love me?"

The witch released my hand and said, "Why don't you go and ask them yourself."

The door of the ward opened, and a couple came in, tears streaming down their faces.

The woman held me tightly in her arms and called me, "Da Bao, Mommy's precious, you've suffered."

It turns out that my name is Da Bao too.

I am also a treasure in the eyes of my parents.

Extra 23: Sister

I have known since I was little that I was abducted, and my real home is not here.

But this place is too remote and desolate. I can't find my way out alone.

When I was seven years old, my mother brought back a little girl.

She looked dull and silly, with a big lump on her head and blood smeared on her face.

My mother said this child was found somewhere, probably rejected by someone else's family.

She would raise her temporarily, and in the future, she could at least bring more dowry for my brother.

My sister was only three years old when she came, too young to remember anything and unaware of our complicated family relationships.

She always complained to me about my mother's favoritism and spoke ill of my brother.

She said, "Sister, brother is not really stupid. He does it on purpose. He's just bad!"

"He just wants to bully us. Why can't Mom see it?"

I thought she was just speaking nonsense, after all, my brother's mental illness was certified by the hospital, and no one in the village could do anything to him even if he caused trouble.

In recent years, my brother has become more and more cruel. I have seen him several times holding a knife and dismembering the live chickens and ducks in our home, throwing them on the ground, watching them struggle and bleed, and finally fall silent.

I wished I could avoid him and hide, attending the local elementary school.

My sister has also become smarter, or maybe she's just scared from getting beaten.

She finally accepted her fate and started to imitate me, being submissive and obedient.

I have to admit, I felt a bit regretful, yet also relieved in my heart.

We are not our mother's biological children, why does she have the right to complain so boldly? To think that this is her own family?

Now that she has accepted her fate, as her biological child, she acknowledges the fact that she is not loved.

There's nothing that makes me happier than this.