The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 64

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  • Perhaps it was because he first shared his family stories so openly that I found it easier to speak.

  • Hesitating, I said,

  • “My mom passed away, and my dad, like yours, cut ties with me.”

  • That year, at my mom’s funeral, a sea of people came, all dressed in black.

  • The master of ceremonies gave a long eulogy, but I couldn’t fully understand it. My mind wandered midway.

  • I remember looking at my mom’s photo, where she seemed to smile at me, and I smiled back.

  • The next second, I was slapped to the ground by my father.

  • He roared, “Your mom’s dead! How can you still smile?”

  • Everyone turned to look at me as if I were some kind of monster.

  • In that moment, I was terrified.

  • Tears welled in my eyes, but I bit my lips and didn’t dare make a sound.

  • In the first year after my mom’s passing, my dad often sat in the living room at night, flipping through her letters and photos.

  • By the second year, he had packed her belongings into a few boxes and pushed them into a dusty

  • corner.

  • By the third year, he had remarried.

  • The new stepmom dumped the boxes into the yard, saying she wanted to burn them all.

  • I desperately rummaged through the pile and saved the camera, holding it tightly to my chest.

  • I burned myself in the process.

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  • From then on, the camera became the only thing left of my mom.

  • Later, my younger sister was born.

  • The love and attention of the whole family shifted to her.

  • I grew up as if invisible, turning eighteen without anyone noticing.

  • to college to study

  • day of enrollment, my dad handed me a thick stack of money and

  • now. Don’t

  • and counted

  • severed the blood

  • my teachers and classmates praised me for being well–suited to be a doctor,

  • I could stay calm

  • this became

  • composure, but only I knew–I was too

  • ང་ད

  • the day of the funeral, I hadn’t angered

  • have abandoned me?

  • used to suppressing

  • I ever laughed freely again or

  • would lose something even more important.

  • let

  • buried in my heart for so long, had never been shared with anyone before.

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  • at the corners of

  • tone was

  • forgotten? You were only five years old

  • froze, a little puzzled. “What?”

  • said, “Crying and laughing are a child’s privilege.

  • yourself because no one ever let

  • voice was soft, but it

  • funeral, my dad stopped speaking

  • born, my needs were always pushed

  • had to juggle my studies and find ways to

  • there wasn’t a single moment

  • one to rely on, so I understood that my tears and laughter didn’t matter to

  • better to bury them deep inside.

  • I said bitterly,

  • adult now. It’s impossible to act like a child

  • when I want to laugh, or cry when I want to

  • jolt ran through my ribs, like

  • let out a strange yelp and turned to

  • poking my side.

  • said, “Who says it’s

  • tried to dodge, but he grabbed me.

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  • there was a switch on my waist–I couldn’t stop

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