With an annual salary of 800,000 yuan, I resolutely kicked her out in the face of my mother
I feel that many people around me are envious of me.
Both parents are civil servants in the city, I graduated from one of the top ten universities in the country, and then entered a foreign company, and have worked tirelessly for many years, with an annual salary of 800,000.
In the eyes of everyone, I am a leader from a prominent family, with a happy family, a brilliant career, and a rich salary.
Whenever I noticed their adoring gaze, I just smiled and remained silent. But no one understands how inferior I actually feel in my heart.
If it weren't for my parents, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy everything I have now;
If it weren't for the fact that they chose to adopt me in the first place, I wouldn't be where I am today.
Yes, I am not my parents' biological daughter, but they adopted me.
My family of origin is located in a remote mountain village, very remote and poor.
I have an older sister who is three years older than me, and she brought me up from a young age.
Before she reached the height of the table, she began to learn to feed me rice soup and change diapers;
When I was a little older, just enough to stand in front of the stove, my sister started cooking for me.
My clothes were all leftovers that my sister picked up from the neighbors, changed them to my size, and put them on me.
When I was three years old, my sister and I carried a small basket and went up the mountain to cut pigweed.
In my limited memory, my sister seems to have never rested, and she is busy every day from early morning to night.
We are not orphans, we have parents, just because we are girls, their eyes never stay on us.
They were either working in the fields or thinking about how they would be able to prepare for the birth of a son.
When I was five years old, my mother was pregnant with a child and had a miscarriage.
I still remember the day when my dad scolded my sister and me with a straight face, saying that if it weren't for us, his"Seeds"There won't be a problem, how could you not give birth to a son?
I didn't understand the meaning of these words, but I saw my sister crying alone late at night.
After another two years, Mom and Dad finally gave birth to a son, my younger brother.
Holding his newborn brother, his father blushed with excitement and kept saying, "The old Li family finally has an heir!" ”
With five mouths and only one acre of land, how do you make ends meet? Especially has an extra son, no matter how bitter he is, he can't be the only son of the old Li family!
That year, I was seven years old, my sister was ten years old, I was still in the stage of ignorance, but my sister had already been sharpened by life to be tenacious.
As a result, I became the best choice for my parents to change their current predicament.
On that day, my mother took me out for the first time, and after a long ride, we came to a strange city.
Through the complex streets and alleys, we came to a building, climbed to the fifth floor, and knocked on the door of a family.
The host greeted us warmly, brought out sweets and melon seeds for me to taste slowly, and turned on the TV for me to see, then they pulled my mother into the bedroom.
How could there be these things in the original home? TV, sweets and melon seeds, I have only seen them in the village commissary.
I didn't think much of it, my whole mind was drawn to the colorful images on TV, and I didn't even notice when my mother came out.
Mom walked straight to the door, and I hurriedly got up and chased after me.
Unexpectedly, my uncle grabbed my arm and didn't let me go out at all, and I was so frightened that I cried loudly.
Mom scolded as she walked: "What are you crying about? This is for your good, and you will have a good life in the future! ”
It wasn't until I was in junior high school that I overheard a conversation with my adoptive parents and learned that I had not been given away, but sold.
My adoptive parents were really nice to me.
At first, I was skeptical about their acceptance, and my adoptive mother even chatted with me: "Honey, we are not bad people, we will treat you with our hearts and treat you as if you were our own daughter." ”
At first, I didn't believe it, but as time went on, I felt that they cared for me as if they were my own daughter.
They picked the best elementary school in the district for me, got up early every morning to make breakfast for me, and then my adoptive father took me to school on his bicycle and picked me up in the afternoon.
In terms of food, the adoptive parents did everything they could, fearing that I would not eat well enough and not be full enough, and carefully prepared delicious meals;
My clothes are all brand new without exception, they are no longer worn by others, they are all new clothes purchased in the mall;
From elementary school to middle school, they worked tirelessly to pick me up and drop me off every day.
I remember one time when I was in the sixth grade of elementary school, it suddenly rained heavily, and in less than half an hour, a foot of water had accumulated on the road, and the parents who were waiting to pick up their children from school in front of the school almost disappeared in the heavy rain.
My adoptive parents probably won't be coming to pick me up.
When I was thinking about it, my tablemate suddenly shouted excitedly: "Ding Ming, your father is here to pick you up!" ”
In the rain, the adoptive father walked to school with difficulty with a large umbrella, his body was already soaked, and the rain was dripping down his clothes.
When he saw me, he immediately put the umbrella on my head and took out a thick raincoat from his bag: "Put it on, don't let the rain get in." ”
When we walked out of school, my adoptive father wrapped me tightly in his raincoat for fear that I would get wet in the rain.
When I went home that night, my adoptive father had a fever due to the rain, and his body temperature reached more than 39 degrees, and I was almost dry except for the soles of my feet.
I walked up to my adoptive father with antipyretics, and he was still comforting me: "It's okay, your dad and I are in good health, and we will get better tomorrow." What about you, hurry up and take a shower, don't catch a cold! ”
They really love me. At that moment, I only told myself this one sentence.
After waiting for so many years, I know that my biological mother will never come back to me.
I was abandoned by my own parents.
It was also in that year that I finally really put my heart at ease and became the daughter of the Ding family.
My adoptive parents saw my change, and they pampered me more and more than before.
I don't want to let them down, and like other children, I learn to feel sorry for them.
Academically, and thanks to the encouragement of my adoptive parents, I have always attended the best institutions and my grades have always been at the top.
After the college entrance examination, the three of us sat together, and after a long discussion, we finally decided on the university I was about to enter.
That university was in the north, thousands of miles away from home, which meant that from the time I went to college, I would leave this home.
I asked my adoptive mother, "I'm so far away, aren't you worried that I won't come back in the future?" ”
The adoptive mother smiled: "Don't worry, you are my daughter, I believe in you!" ”
My adoptive mother believed that I was not an indifferent person, and that my concern for them over the years was from the heart rather than hypocrisy.
My adoptive father couldn't send me to school in person because of work, and the night before, he quietly came to my room and secretly took out a big red envelope from his pocket and stuffed it into my hand: "Your mother is a little stingy, only give you a little pocket money, this is Dad's private money, you are alone outside, you must not wronged yourself, you must eat well and eat well." Come back and lose weight, I won't let you in! ”
My adoptive father is just an ordinary grassroots civil servant, and his salary is not high, and I don't know how many years he has saved that stack of money.
Moreover, the adoptive mother is not stingy. Most of my roommates only had 1,200 yuan a month, and my adoptive mother gave me 1,500 yuan.
Don't worry about the money, if you don't have enough, just call ** home, and your mother will send it to you. In short, take good care of yourself! "She took my hand and admonished me as she parted.
My adoptive parents didn't worry about me, they would call me almost every day in the first semester, they didn't care about my studies, they only cared about whether I was doing well and whether I had a good meal.
After graduating from university, I started my career and had my own salary.
When I received my salary for the first time, I did not hesitate to use all my earnings to buy gifts and give them to my adoptive parents.
Ten years have passed since the big red shawl, a gift I gave to my adoptive mother, and although there have been some hairballs, she is still reluctant to leave her hand. Every time she wears it out, she always proudly boasts to the people around her: "This is a gift from my daughter, beautiful, right?" ”
Even my grandmother sighed, "You are such a good child." ”
Of course, my own daughter must be a good boy! ”
Despite the hectic pace of work, I always take one weekend a month to go home to visit them. I take them on trips and encourage them to pursue what they love.
My adoptive mother was sick and hospitalized, and I didn't hire a nurse and chose to stay in the hospital myself to take care of her for a whole week. Drinking water and eating, I resolutely did not let her move a finger.
Even my adoptive father advised me: "Your mother is not so squeamish, you just need to accompany her, you don't have to do it yourself." Don't exhaust yourself by taking care of your mother. ”
Isn't that how a biological daughter should be? Didn't you take care of me the same way when I was sick as a child? I responded firmly.
My dedication and understanding have built up a deep bond with my adoptive parents to the point where I have forgotten my last name.
6. One day, the front desk informed me that someone was looking for me.
I went out to see a ragged woman waiting at the door with a one-year-old boy.
Seeing me, the woman rushed forward and grabbed me: "O my daughter, my child! ”
Colleagues walked out one after another, puzzled.
I quickly took them downstairs to the garden.
The woman grabbed me tightly with one hand and the boy with the other: "I'm your mother, don't you recognize me?" ”
She is indeed my mother, my biological mother. She was much older than I remembered, with gray hair and a sad face.
What are you looking for me? "In an instant, I was back to when I was seven years old, when she resolutely left.
No, nothing, just to see you. This is your brother, and when you left, he was only a few months old. Come, call sister. The mother instructed the boy to speak, and the boy looked at her contemptuously and turned his head impatiently.
Oh, since it's okay and you've seen me again, I'll go first. I turned around to leave, but my mother grabbed me tightly.
Don't go, oops, it's not nothing, it's a little thing. Your brother didn't get good grades, didn't get into college, and didn't get a job. I discussed it with your father, and I heard that you are doing well, can you take your brother to you and let him follow you, you look at him? ”
Heh, it's been more than 20 years since I left home, and they haven't come to me or called me. Even when we met, I didn't ask how I was doing now, and if I was happy, but I directly pushed a strange brother to me!
After all these years, they are still the same!
Do you want me to take care of him? Well, you pay off everything you owe me for more than 20 years, and then we'll talk about it! ”
What did you say? What do we owe you? If you hadn't been sent away in the first place, would you have such a good life now? Don't go too far, you don't know who you are if you change your surname! My mother yelled loudly in the back, ignoring the strange stares of passers-by.
I was adamantly reluctant to accept them, not because they owed me anything, but because of their indifference.
I was firm and heavy-handed, thinking that my refusal would make my own mother feel embarrassed, but it turned out that I underestimated her obsession.
After meeting at the company on the third day, when I came home from work, I heard a commotion in the community and a crowd gathered.
For some reason, I stepped forward.
It turned out that my own mother and younger brother were preaching my "deeds" to the neighbors.
Our family conditions are not good, so we had no choice but to give her to someone else. Now we wanted to re-admit her, but she didn't appreciate it at all, didn't admit it, and kicked me and her brother out. Look, how can there be such a daughter? I've been thinking about her for decades, and I'm almost out of sight! ”
The people next to me gave their support, some handed the paper, some helped, and some echoed me to denounce me.
As I approached, people who knew me began to point fingers at me, with a look of disgust.
I thought she was quite sensible, but I didn't expect it to be such a person, and she didn't even recognize her own mother! ”
Yes, such people are not worthy of being human! ”
Some people even proposed to ask their own mother's adoptive father and adoptive mother for verification: "It must have been taught by her adoptive father and adoptive mother, go directly to them, and see how embarrassed they are!" If you lose it, you are still a civil servant, and you have no quality at all! ”
When I heard that I was okay and even that my adoptive father and adoptive mother were bad, I was not afraid and shouted to the crowd of onlookers: "If you have time to take care of other people's affairs, you might as well go home and take care of your own family's affairs, and be careful that your children are like me, turning their faces and denying you!" ”
Seeing that I was furious, the crowd began to disperse, and they were still talking as they went.
When my mother saw that the audience had dispersed, she had no interest in performing, and sat on the flower stage with a posture that I would not stop if I disagreed.
I ignored her and immediately called the property** and asked someone to be sent to evict them.
The property is good, just let strangers into the community, who can be responsible if something happens? ”
She said it was your mother, and we let her in! ”
I don't know her, she's not my mom. You haven't confirmed it with me, just listen to her, what if it's a thief? Can you afford to lose? ”
The property was also afraid of getting into trouble, so he immediately found a few strong men who were ready to kick his mother out.
Is my mother willing to give up? Immediately he fell to the ground and rolled around, and as he rolled back, he hurled insults at me, and the words were so filthy that they could not be heard.
The staff of the property did not dare to approach and turned their heads to look at me.
What are you looking at me for? If she doesn't leave, she'll call 110. ”
I used to hate her, but now with her lewd words, hatred has turned into disgust, and I don't want to have anything to do with her anymore.
A few days after the community denounced, they didn't come to me again, and I thought they had retreated, and I was even a little glad. But I didn't expect that a call to the assistant's ** made me realize how scoundrels they are.
Sister Ming, come back quickly, that person is looking for you in the company again! ”
I was talking to a customer about business, and when I heard the news, I had to leave the customer behind and rush back to the company.
The front desk was empty, and the lobby was silent.
She's in **. The assistant pointed with his finger.
It's really her, and she's in trouble again. I gritted my teeth and pushed open the office door without knocking.
My own mother is foaming at the mouth and slandering me, saying that I am ruthless, abandoning my biological parents and abusing my own brother. From time to time, he touched his face and pretended to shed tears.
On the side, the younger brother leaned lazily on the sofa, sneering, watching his mother perform.
The boss's face was very ugly.
I notified the security guards directly and asked them to take the two out.
My mother still refused to give up, and continued to count and insult me as she walked through the hall.
Miss Ding. When I got back to my boss's office, he called me.
I know he's angry, angry.
I was told to be more tolerant because my family was in a difficult financial situation, so they had to send me out. So, don't get caught up in the mood of blaming your biological parents all the time.
I can't help but scoff at this exhortation.
How many people have ever experienced the bitterness of being abandoned by their biological parents? How many others can truly forgive?
Others caution that even if they don't want to help, there's no need to make them uncomfortable.
If they hadn't approached me, I wouldn't have done that. But now that they've come to me and I've lost my job, can't I vent my emotions?
Compared to my biological parents, I didn't seem to be much different from strangers, except for a little blood connection.
They have never paid for me, so why should they expect anything from me?
The past cannot be changed, and I have no intention of reconciling with them, let alone indulging in them for revenge.
In my heart, the only parents who truly deserve to be understood and grateful are always adoptive fathers and adoptive mothers. They are the people I should repay in this life.