I AM NOBODY'S CHILD PART IX

 

My mother only loved my father. There was nothing else in her heart — only him, always him.

Every day, she fed us only rice with salt, sometimes rice with chili sauce, sometimes with crackers.

The meat was only for my father; we were never allowed to eat it.

She loved my father deeply, but she didn’t love his children.

Once, because we wanted so badly to taste meat, we secretly ate a little. When she found out, she cursed us, saying our lives would be miserable. She slapped us and forced us to spit out the meat we had eaten.

When I was in high school, I had to walk through a quiet, lonely road to get there.

Sometimes local men passed by on their motorcycles and groped me — one touched my hips, another touched my chest.

I couldn’t see who they were because they wore helmets and sped away quickly.

During that time, there was an old woman who truly cared for me.

She always looked after me, as if she knew how miserable my life was.

Every week, she would pick me up and bring me to her luxurious house.

She bought me everything I needed — beautiful clothes, cosmetics, shampoo, soap, toothbrush, toothpaste, lotion, and even sanitary pads.

For the first time, I saw what a shopping mall looked like.

She told me she wanted me to be her daughter, because she had no daughter of her own.

But my mother became jealous and tried to separate us.

I always believed that woman was my angel — someone God sent to me.

I don’t know what my mother did, but when I started college, the woman suddenly stayed away from me. She never came again, never gave me money again.

And strangely, soon after that, my father suddenly became rich.

He bought a karaoke set, a car, and a truck.

He even bought three acres of land and opened an electrical shop — which my mother, my second brother, and I managed together.

I always believed that the old woman had given part of her wealth to help me, because she saw herself in me.

Before I knew the internet, I used to write in my diary. Whenever I felt sad, I wrote to ease the pain in my heart.

When I was 22, I had already graduated. One day my father asked me to sing the song Hou Lai. I sang it immediately and perfectly.

He then registered me in a singing competition — and I won second place.

Since then, I stopped writing my diary. Whenever I was sad or bored, I sang instead.

Later, my oldest brother married a rich woman whose family owned an oil factory and a restaurant. But my suffering began again after that.

Before the wedding, his friends had already warned him — they said she was not a good person, and that she was deaf.

But my brother was a materialistic man. The woman promised to give him a job in her family’s company.

At that time, my brother was working at a bank, but he quit because of her promises. He married her, even though she was five years older.

At first, I was happy for him. I thought he could help raise our family’s status.

They got married in a restaurant. But after the wedding, the deaf woman told my father that all the wedding expenses must be paid by him.

My father was shocked, but he had no choice — he was too embarrassed in front of all the guests.

And my brother? He pretended to know nothing.

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