Funeral Home Workers 37: Subspecies of the Zhongshan Wolf
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"Baby, don't be sad. Is it all my fault? But I see the boss is never home, and I know you must feel lonely... Come here, let me give you a hug..." 0
 
This seemingly honest man had such a way with words that it made me feel nauseous. 0
 
... 0
 
I stumbled down the stairs, lost in thought as I stepped outside, wandering aimlessly through the dark night. It took me half the night to walk back to school, and then I fell ill, mumbling incoherently, repeatedly calling out, "Dad, I'm scared!" 0
 
The school called my mom to come pick me up and take me to the doctor. 0
 
I knew everything, and my mom knew that I knew everything. 0
 
From that moment on, my grades plummeted. 0
 
My mom knelt down and pleaded with me, "Daughter, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for what happened to your dad... Can you forgive me? I can't lose you, I can't lose your dad, and I can't lose our family." 0
 
I lay there staring blankly at the ceiling, not saying a word. 0
 
My mom began to slap her own face repeatedly. "I really know I've made a mistake; I won't do it again! Please! Say something! If anything happens to you, how will I live?" 0
 
I weakly reached out my hand. "Mom, please stop. Just let them go; it can just be us two at home from now on!" 0
 
She agreed over and over again, "I'll do whatever you say." 0
 
Mom called Dad: "Lao Zhuang, Qiuya misses you; she's sick..." 0
 
Dad was in Beijing negotiating a big project but flew back immediately. The three of us went out for hot pot and watched a movie together. My mom's worries slowly faded as I began to enjoy myself. 0
 
If only it could stay like this forever; let the past remain in the past, I told myself. 0
 
Three days later, Dad was off again for work. 0
 
Mom drove me to school herself: "Daughter, from now on I'll cook and do housework myself; I'll pick you up and drop you off..." 0
 
I understood what Mom was trying to say. I was willing to accept that it was all just a nightmare; now that I had awakened from it, everything was behind us. 0
 
School was out for summer vacation, and when classes resumed, I would be entering my second year of high school. 0
 
Mom signed me up for a ten-day study trip to Australia. The night before we left, I playfully asked if I could sleep with her. Lying on her bed, I hugged her while we talked. But it was only a little past seven in the evening when she started yawning and looking tired. I told her to get some rest, but she insisted she couldn't sleep. Then she said she needed to take a shower and took quite some time in the bathroom, leaving me without much energy for conversation. 0
 
When Mom finally emerged from the bathroom, there was a special fragrance in the room that lulled me to sleep. 0
 
Since we had an early flight to catch, I woke up at five in the morning to get ready. Surprisingly, Mom seemed more energetic than me; she prepared breakfast with enthusiasm and helped load my suitcase into the trunk. 0
 
Throughout the drive, she reminded me not to stray from the group and to take care of myself—her chatter felt warm and comforting. 0
 
 
Motherly love and filial piety, how wonderful it is. 0
 
During those days abroad, I called my mom via video almost every day: "Mom, be good at home and remember to think of me!" 0
 
She seemed very happy. 0
 
When I returned from Australia, my flight landed after ten at night. I wanted to surprise her, so I didn’t call; instead, I took a taxi home from the airport. 0
 
I quietly opened the door and tiptoed upstairs, but just as I reached her door, I froze. 0
 
There was a man’s voice coming from her room. 0
 
 
 
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