Ah Xia, 30 years old, runs a clothing **, does live broadcasts for sales every day, her throat hurts, and her waist is not good.
Her husband drove a truck to pull goods for others, and he was out for a month. She is scared of him at home every day, the car is on the road, and anything can happen.
Every time my husband came back from delivery, he was so tired that he could sleep at home for three days. She looked at him and felt terrible.
The two of them worked hard to earn money in exchange for their current lives.
Ah Xia is an illegitimate daughter, and she doesn't know who her father is. After her mother gave birth to her, she left her at her grandmother's house.
Her mother didn't like her and rarely came back to see her. She didn't know why her mother gave birth to her.
Fortunately, her grandfather and grandmother were very good to her and did not dislike her.
The people of the village did not know that she was an illegitimate daughter. Grandma has always said to the outside world that her parents have no money to hold a banquet, and the two are married even if they get a marriage certificate, they are busy working outside, and they have to leave her in the countryside after giving birth to her.
Left-behind children like her are common in rural areas. Although it is strange not to have a banquet, others just laugh at them for not setting up a banquet and not thinking about it deeply.
When she was eight years old, her mother remarried, and she was of school age. My grandfather called my mother to his house and begged her to take her to school in the county.
The mother reluctantly agreed to her grandfather, and then reluctantly led her to the city.
She had rarely been to the city before, there were tall buildings everywhere, cars were shuttling, adults and children were wearing beautiful clothes, she really couldn't look at it.
The mother didn't talk to her much along the way, and she didn't hold the child's hand like other mothers, and she followed her a little timidly, not daring to speak.
When she arrived at her mother's new house, it was big and tidy, and the walls were whiter than her grandmother's house, which she had never seen before.
I loved my grandfather's old mud house, and even though it was dark and low, I always felt warm there. In contrast, my mother's home always made me feel indifferent.
My stepfather was a tall, stout man with a often intimidating expression, like a villain in a movie. He never smiled at me, and every time I walked through the door, he had a cold face. My mother forced me to call him "Daddy", and although I was reluctant in my heart, I had to whisper to him in the face of my mother's cold gaze.
He was so cold to me that my mother carried my luggage into a small room and warned me not to go out. There was nothing in the room except a simple single bed. Compared to my comfortable bed at my grandfather's house, this bed seemed strange and cold. I didn't dare to sit on it for fear of soiling the quilt.
Outside the room, my mother and stepfather were arguing, and I sat on the floor in silence, unable to shake the fear of their quarrel. My stepfather was very angry at my arrival, and he loudly scolded my mother why she had brought me back and asked her to send me away immediately. My mother cried and explained that she had no choice and that my grandfather insisted that I stay with her or she would lose her affection.
I gradually adapted to the family, and although my stepfather was cold to me, I still tried to adapt. Every day after school, I would finish my homework and then help my mother with the housework. Later, my mother gave birth to a younger brother, and I took on the responsibility of taking care of him.
I am like a silent machine in this home, dutifully completing my tasks. My mother and stepfather rarely spoke to me, and I learned to keep silent for fear that my words and actions would cause unpleasantness. My brother liked to stick to me when he was a kid and I liked him too, at the time I thought we would be the closest people to each other, but as time went on, everything changed.
As my brother grew older, he began to understand the attitude of his mother and stepfather towards me, and he also began to feel alienated from me. He became naughty and often teased me, and I couldn't resist it, so I could only bear it silently, and then hide in my room and cry alone.
Eventually, I was admitted to a key high school in the county. However, my mother was adamantly opposed to me going to high school, believing that our family would not be able to afford to finish high school, and she doubted that I would be able to get into college.
My mother forced me to enroll in a technical school, believing that after graduating from a technical school, I would be able to get a job and reduce the burden on my family.
I really wanted to go to high school, but my grandfather and grandmother had passed away, and I had no one to speak for me. I had no choice but to compromise and go to a technical school.
After graduating, I went to work in a state-owned enterprise at my mother's request. The unit gave me a dorm and I moved out of my home, away from the place that made me feel like a prison.
My monthly salary is only 1,800 yuan, and my mother wants me to pay 1,200 yuan for the family, leaving only 600 yuan for myself. My brother also borrowed money from me occasionally, and if I didn't give it, my mother would come and scold me.
Once I got sick and was in a serious condition, and it cost me 300 yuan to be hospitalized for an infusion. I was penniless, and my brother came to me to ask for money, but I couldn't give him a penny.
My mother came to the dormitory the next day and scolded me, saying that I was ungrateful and that I didn't even pay attention to my own family.
I told my mother that I had spent money because I was sick, but she still scolded her. My colleague couldn't look past me and came out to speak for me, and my mother left angrily.
My branch was in a recession, I had only been there for four years, and the company was going to lay off employees, and my department happened to be laid off.
I was unemployed, and instead of comforting me, my mother blamed me for not being able to do anything. She asked me to find a job as soon as possible or not to go home.
I was so depressed that I decided to leave the house after a big argument with my mother. I went to the passenger terminal with my luggage.
Hesitating at the bus station, I bought a random ticket for the upcoming train and just wanted to leave, thinking that it was better to leave than to stay at home, even if only temporarily.
I came to Guangzhou, and because I had no education, I could only get a job in a garment factory. It was there that I met my husband.
He is a truck driver who often comes to our factory to pull goods. He grew up in a welfare home, learned to drive on his own, and later partnered with a friend to start a truck business.
I feel a little like him, maybe because we're all alone. We could talk, and before we knew it, we came together.
When we were planning to get married, I realized that I needed a hukou book to get married, and my hukou was still at home.
Going home to get the hukou was the only option, but I knew my mother would definitely ask for a bride price, and I hadn't sent a penny to my family in years.
I took a leave of absence from the factory and went home alone. Finding an opportunity when there might be no one at home, I opened the door with a key that I hadn't used in years.
I breathed a sigh of relief when the living room was empty. But at this moment, my brother, who I hadn't seen for many years, came out, and when he saw me, his expression was very surprised.
I had to explain to him why I was going home, and he was silent for a while, then turned around and went back to his room.
I didn't have time to think about it, so I hurriedly went to my mother's bedroom, took out the household registration book, and was about to leave. My brother's voice came, and he told me to send him the household registration book when I was done with it, and I was grateful.
My husband complimented my brother on being a nice guy who could have kicked me out, but he didn't. He also helped me figure out how to return the household register.
I didn't expect my brother to help me so much, so I started keeping in touch with him. My younger brother was admitted to a junior college and is now a programmer for an Internet company.
He was sensible and unassuming, never asked for a penny, and did not reveal anything about me to his mother. We've been in secret for years.
A few days ago, I received a strange call, it turned out to be my mother. However, after answering **, I was viciously spoken by her, accusing me of being unfilial.
She blamed me for not talking to my brother in private, and even said that if she hadn't heard it by chance, I, the "white-eyed wolf", would still be hiding in front of her eyes.
I was so sad that I couldn't believe my mother could curse me like that. The crying came in**, but her attitude was still ruthless, and she kept insulting until I couldn't bear it anymore and hung up**.
My husband kept comforting me, but I couldn't understand what I had done wrong and how I was treated like this.
It didn't take long for my mother to call again. I didn't want to answer, but ** kept ringing more than ten times, and my husband said that maybe she had something urgent and asked me to answer.
I had to reluctantly take the **, and this time my mother didn't scold me, but told me that my brother was about to get married. However, the family condition of the younger brother-in-law is that the younger brother must have his own house, otherwise he will not agree to the marriage.
And the house to buy must be a three-room one, and they have already taken a fancy to one, ** in more than 800,000, and the down payment needs to be 300,000. My mother asked me to give the 300,000.
I refused her request without hesitation, my money didn't fall from the sky, how could she be embarrassed to ask me to give her this money.
That's her own son, not mine, why should I pay for it. Her request was nothing short of whimsical.
* After hanging up, I could only lean on the couch and sob. I told my husband that the world is really unfair, why do some people have someone to give them everything they want, while we can only rely on our own hands to work hard, hard work day and night, but still have to be taken care of by others.
My husband was there to comfort me when I was crying. After I calmed down, he said that although my mother and stepfather had a bad attitude towards me, they were the ones who had raised me for so many years.
My brother is also a sensible man and has never reached out to us for a penny in all these years. We were able to get married thanks to his help.
My husband said that in order to repay my mother and stepfather for their nurturing kindness, and out of concern for my own brother, we are willing to give him 300,000 yuan. But we also have to make it clear to our mother that this is the last time we will give money, and don't ask us for money if we have any needs in the future.
I thought about it and agreed to my husband's proposal. I called ** to tell my mother about our decision, and although she was reluctant, she finally agreed.
Instead of giving the money directly to our mother, we transferred 400,000 yuan to our younger brother. The husband explained that he still needed to renovate after buying a house, so he gave him an extra 100,000.
My brother called ** to thank me, and he said that the money was lent to him, and he would pay me back when he had the ability in the future. I was very happy to hear it.
Although I didn't expect my brother to pay it back, I was glad to be grateful for his gratitude. I also crave an emotional connection between my family, and I hope to be pampered by my parents and have a brotherly relationship with my siblings.