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Motherhood on the Edge: A Second Chance
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The feeling of suffocating to death was too painful. The moment I felt fresh air again, I couldn't help but clench my fists, wanting to take a deep breath. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw my daughter squatting at the head of my bed, poking and tapping on my phone. Her movements were skilled, and her gaze was focused; she was no longer a nine-year-old child.
I blinked, my mind sluggish, not understanding what had happened. After a moment, I remembered the oxygen mask that had been removed and recalled the look of hatred in my daughter's eyes. Now...
I stared at her profile, my eyes gradually moistening. She scrolled through the screen and found the comment with the most likes under the video I posted. Then she clicked into the person's profile and typed a direct message.
"Hello, are you my biological mother? I would like to meet you, is that okay?"
"Can we meet in the park near our home in three days?"
Her fingers paused for a moment while entering the address. She originally intended to type "Mom," but ultimately changed it to "Aunt." After sending the direct message, she carefully deleted the record and cautiously climbed onto the bed, lying beside me.
I suddenly came to my senses. She had also been reborn! Because only things experienced in the previous life would be remembered by us. In my last life, I was criticized by netizens for posting videos of my daughter.
They think I stole someone else's Ovum and made money off someone else's child. I have been Cyberbullied. Although I reported it to the police and explained the situation, my daughter believed what the online users said and started searching for her Biological Mother everywhere. She thinks I don't resemble her Biological Mother.
So, when I wasn't paying attention, she secretly took money to find someone else. I discovered this, stopped her, and tore up the address she had found. She grew to hate me. From then on, she treated me coldly. She focused on her studies and never mentioned looking for her Biological Mother again.
Until I needed oxygen due to anemia. She secretly removed my Oxygen Mask. "Mom, you don't look like my mom. I hate you." "I'm going to find my real mom; don't blame me." I struggled desperately, but the feeling of suffocation made me weaker and weaker. I stared at her with wide eyes, filled with intense hatred.
Why did she take my Oxygen Mask? Why does she hate me? Why does she want to find her real mother? I clearly... treated her well! Is it possible that the bond of over ten years is worth less than a so-called blood relationship?
I felt resentment and unwillingness, and under the intense emotional strain, I lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, it was this scene before me.
She has indeed been reborn!
I stared at the back of her head, my teeth clenching together.
Why?
Why should the child I raised for over a decade recognize someone else as her mother just because of so-called blood ties?
Why does she hate me?
What have I done wrong?
Perhaps sensing my gaze, she suddenly turned around and looked straight at me.
I hurriedly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
She stared at me for a few seconds before suddenly speaking, "Mom."
I didn't respond.
She continued, "I'm sorry."
My heart tightened instantly.
She really has been reborn!
And she is apologizing to me.
I struggled to control my emotions, slowly opening my eyes and feigning the appearance of just waking up.
Her eyes were red, tears streaming down her face: "Mom, you've been sleeping for a long time."
I rubbed my temples and replied hoarsely, "What's wrong?"
She wiped away her tears and forced a smile: "It's nothing, I'm going to do my homework."
With that, she jumped off the bed and ran out.
I let out a long breath.
This time in her rebirth, I will not interfere with her choices; I will respect her fate.
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