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Elder Uncle passed away early, and Auntie's son and daughter were not well-off, leaving her with little money. At over seventy years old, Auntie still carried a fiber bag, spending her days collecting trash. I had advised her multiple times not to do this, but she insisted on saving money for my education while she was still able to move.
I knew it would be difficult to convince Auntie to stop scavenging. After all, attending university required funds. To lighten her burden, I took on part-time jobs during the winter and summer breaks. While in school, I worked hard to support my studies.
After graduation, I joined a foreign company in a position related to my field of study, and my income was decent. Seeing my success, Auntie proudly boasted about me to everyone she met. Due to my performance and skills, I quickly rose into the company's leadership.
A few years later, I bought a house in the city. Once the renovations were complete, I brought Auntie to live with me. Although she was in her old age, her health remained relatively good. Whenever I had free time, I would take her shopping or to the park. She was fascinated by the city and couldn't believe that she could become a "city person" in her lifetime. Seeing the smile on her face filled me with joy.
I thought that a kind person like her should not be troubled by fate. She had treated me well, so I had to treat her well in return.
One day, after work, I returned home to find guests—a man and a woman—whom I couldn't quite place. Auntie noticed my confusion and said, "Lamei, don’t you remember them?"
I looked at them again and felt a vague sense of familiarity but couldn't recall who they were. Auntie continued, "They are your father and mother; they have been in Xinjiang all these years."
As my parents stood up, I saw guilt reflected in their eyes. My mother spoke first, "Lamei, the house back home is quite run down and hasn't been lived in for a long time. We heard you settled here, so your father and I..."
I knew what she was about to say and interrupted her, "Let’s not discuss that; guests are guests. I'll go prepare some food."
My mother was over sixty as well and offered to help cook, but I declined. I always felt there was little connection between us; after all, we were practically strangers despite sharing blood. It was so unfamiliar that I couldn't even remember when I had last seen my mother.
My parents had come seeking refuge with me; they wanted to live out their old age here. Fearing that I might refuse them, they had Auntie speak on their behalf.
I remained noncommittal and didn’t want to argue with them. After dinner, I told my parents, "Let me buy you both some clothes."
It was clear that they were pleased; they thought this meant I agreed to let them stay with me.
I went to the mall and bought clothes for them before giving them two thousand yuan. "Use this for your travel expenses; spend any leftover on food along the way. Please don’t come looking for me again; even if you do come, I won’t see you," I said before turning away.
My parents were taken aback by this outcome; I wondered what they were thinking since they hadn’t visited me all these years.
When Auntie saw me return alone, she asked why my parents hadn’t come with me. I replied, "They felt their sins were too great and decided to leave."
I do not know if they are aware of their mistakes. To bring a child into the world and not nurture them is a failure of parenthood.
I have always believed that kind-hearted people will ultimately find a good ending, just like my Auntie, whom I have long regarded as my mother. She may not be my biological mother, but she is even more than that!
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