Mom, Can You Show Me Some Motherly Love?Chapter 1

On my birthday, my dad made me sleep with a 70-year-old man.

Just to buy a pair of brand-name shoes for my little brother.

I refused. But my dad kept hitting me with three sticks until I passed out.

That night, I escaped.

Many years later.

My mom was kicked out by her son and begged me to take her in.

I agreed. But in the end, she cruelly killed me.

Starting over, I received another desperate call from my mom.

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When I was 3 years old, my mom finally gave birth to my little brother-brown and red skin.

I thought this younger brother was ugly, but Mom said I should take good care of him because he was younger.

But I didn't expect that.

His birth signified that my hellish life was coming.

Mom didn't have enough breast milk. Dad said it was all my fault.

Since that day, I started changing diapers and cooking during the day, and catching small fish in the ditch at night to make soup for Mom.

Dad named him Peter.

And he changed my name to Monica.

Actually, it was not really a change, just a different character.

I used to be called Monique.

To take better care of Peter, my parents asked me to wait for him to go to school together.

That day, Peter, who was in the classroom, suddenly disappeared.

I just found out that Peter stole money from his classmate and got caught until my father rushed in, and kicked me to the trash can next to the classroom. Peter got angry and beat up his classmate. And the teacher called my Dad.

"Are you stupid? You can't even take care of your younger brother!"

"Bitch, I'll kill you today!"

Fists and kicks landed on me, with only the screams of my classmates and the reprimands of the teacher echoing in my mind.

Amazingly, I didn't even feel any pain. Maybe I was used to getting beaten up worse than this in normal times.

The next day, my father took me to school to withdraw.

While my dad was busy with the paperwork, the teacher secretly slipped a hundred dollars into my hand.

She said, "Monica, you have to escape, go far away, and never come back."

I nodded, and then she smiled.

I had been helping my mother with farming at home for two years, and I was almost 18 years old.

Dad said that when my younger brother got into high school, I would have to go out to work and earn money for his tuition.

I nodded blankly.

Dad was satisfied with my answer and didn't burn cigarette scars on me when he drank any more.