The rush hour for getting off work had passed, and there were not many passengers on the bus.
I sat in the last row, leaned back in the chair, and closed my eyes.
I carefully analyzed what happened recently and thought about what the problem was.
After thinking about it, it seemed that the main reason was because I gave birth to a girl, and then my family status, which had always been marginalized, completely disappeared.
All gone.
It's a pity that the child has been born for so long and she doesn't even have a name yet.
And since I have to go to work, I rarely have time to spend with her.
I haven't had a good look at her for two days.
The bus kept announcing its stops, and I sat in a daze on my seat, thinking wildly, until the driver reminded me that it was already the terminal, and this bus was already the last one, and he was about to get off work.
After getting off the bus, I realized that I had been sitting there for a long time, from the south to the north of the city.
I am actually more familiar with this area of the city because my home is here.
Of course, it is no longer my home, it is my stepfather and my mother’s home.
During my pregnancy, my mother bought several cartons of milk and came to see me.
Later, when I gave birth, I don’t know whether she didn’t notify her or she didn’t come.
I don’t remember.
Now that I'm here, I think I should go see her.
There was nowhere to go anyway.
No matter what, I was born to her, so at least she wouldn't kick me out.
After knocking on the door for a long time, my stepfather opened the door and glanced at me coldly, "Your mother is downstairs."
I turned around and left without saying a word.
He and I have nothing to talk about.
He is about ten years younger than my mother.
Before my father ran away, he was said to be a workshop director in our factory.
Later, my father had too much debt and ran away, so he broke into the house.
I I even doubted whether he and my mother had a relationship before my father ran away.
There is a tea room downstairs.
It is not a place for drinking tea, but a place for playing mahjong.
I soon found my mother who was working hard to build the Great Wall.
She was wearing bright red pajamas and pajamas and was looking at the cards in front of her attentively.
"Mom."
I called.
She raised her head and glanced at me, surprise flashing in her eyes.
This touched me very much.
After all, she was her biological child.
She was still happy to see me coming.
"You're here just in time.
Give me a thousand yuan quickly and I'll pay it back to you another day.
I want to get my money back."
It turned out that the surprise in her eyes was not because of me, but because I could give her the money to recover her capital, and she didn't even see that I was beaten, and the marks on my body were so obvious.
"Mom, I don't have any money.
Let's stop fighting.
Let's go to dinner."
I had been beaten since I got off work, and then I got here all the way.
Although I was in a bad mood, my stomach was already growling with hunger.
"If you don't have one thousand, you can give it to me five hundred.
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It's not like I won't pay you back."
Mom stood up and grabbed my bag and said.
Although I have never gambled, I know what it is like for a gambler to lose.
I know that if I don’t take the initiative to give, my mother will definitely take it away.
When she lost money, she called me countless times to borrow money.
She would get violent if I didn't give it to her.
After getting the money, she never paid it back.
I could only accept my bad luck and took out three hundred from my bag, "That's all I have, don't throw it away."
"Oh, I raised you in vain."
Mom took the money and said reluctantly.
I really want to say that this money is not mine, but the hotel deposit that An Ming paid.
I have to pay it back sooner or later.
I was about to walk out of the tea room when my mother stopped me: "Hey, come and look at the cards for me.
I need to go to the toilet
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