off.
Lucas cried, begging me not to go.
Jacob’s mother said Lucas had already lost his father and couldn’t lose his mother too.
She asked me to have pity on the child.
tasked them to have pity on me too. I told them I really couldn’t face Lucas anymore.
Every time I saw him, I was reminded of my y mom’s death, of how he had said such hurtful things to me, of how disgusted he had been with me.
Looking at him, I calmly said, “In this world, everyone should be responsible for their own actions, children included. No one has special privileges. Not everything can be forgiven just by saying sorry. Some hurts, once inflicted, can never be undone.”
“A mother has no obligation to unconditionally forgive and accept a child, and a child has no special right to expect forgiveness after repeatedly causing harm, it doesn’t make sense. We’re all human, who’s more special than the other?”
Lucas stared at me blankly not saying a word for a long time.
I don’t know if he truly understood, but it no longer mattered to me.
Coming to a new city was a fresh start
My work was fulfilling and busy. Occasionally I would have small gatherings with colleagues after work. During holidays, I would return to my hometown to pay respects to my mom.
also have a daughter now. She’s adorable. From the womb to the postpartum period, she has always been considerate of me as her mother. She never fusses, always smiling, eating and sleeping well, and can even soothe herself when she wakes up. She doesn’t cause any trouble at
Friends and family all say my daughter must be here to repay a debt of gratitude. They’ve never seen such an easy baby to care for, and they envy my good fortune
I smile, feeling grateful too. It must be my mom watching over me from heaven, blessing me with such a well–behaved child.
Mom,
you see? Your daughter is very happy now.
