Back home, I found my mother's farewell letter on the desk.

The letter was short, I didn't even turn on the light, and quickly finished reading it.

After reading it, I stood there blankly, with tumultuous emotions in my heart but a blank mind.

The sky darkened, making it hard to see.

I went outside, sat down on the steps, and under the faint light of the sky, read the letter again:

【Xiaonian, I'm sorry.

Do you remember when I was pregnant and found out it was twins during the check-up? I was so happy. At that time, I thought, two children, whether they are boys or girls, I will love them well. My childhood was spent being neglected and suppressed, but my children cannot suffer the same.

However, when I saw the two children, she was thin and small, you were chubby. Grandma said, the older sister is really ugly, just as ugly as you were when you were young, the younger one is okay. At that moment, as if a witch's curse took effect, I fell into despair and secretly vowed to reverse everything.

How ridiculous! How ridiculous! My daughter had died long ago, they brought in Jiang Die's daughter.

Your real sister, no longer exists, her remains and medical waste were incinerated together. And what's left, my only child, I tortured with my own hands every day.

They kept it from me, it was so painful.

There is a kind of cuckoo in the world, it doesn't build its own nest, it lays its eggs in others' nests, and even pushes the others' eggs out of the nest. The original nest's bird, blind and foolish, actually fell for it, harming its own flesh and blood.

But I am not a bird after all, I want to ask, why.

Xiaonian, I'm sorry. After I leave, please take care of yourself.

In this life, I am ashamed to see you. If there is a next life, I will definitely love you well.】

At the end of the letter, tear stains and messy strokes were visible.

Line after line, repeating "Xiaonian, I'm sorry".

When I came to my senses, I was already crying uncontrollably, trembling all over.

When I was selected as one of the top ten ugly girls by my elder sister in junior high, I didn't cry, when Teacher Jiang publicly targeted me, I didn't cry either.

But those memories of grievances were deeply buried in my heart, never fading away.

When a child comes into the world, empty-handed, only relying on the love of family can they stand firm.

But I am like a lonely chick.

I dare not imagine, if I, empty-handed, had given up and fallen into despair from the beginning, what would have become of me.