• Chapter 10

  • Chapter 10

  • 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

  • handed me a thick stack of money and said,

  • adult now. Don’t

  • and counted it–30,000

  • blood ties between us.

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

  • could stay calm

  • started working, this became

  • but only I knew–I

  • ང་ད

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

  • still have abandoned me?

  • the years, I’ve grown used

  • ever laughed freely again

  • something even more

  • point, I let out a small sigh.

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

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  • usual faint smile at the corners of his lips had disappeared.

  • tone was unusually serious.

  • you forgotten? You were only five years

  • a little puzzled. “What?”

  • and laughing are a

  • suppressing yourself because no one ever let you

  • but it struck me

  • funeral, my dad stopped speaking to me for

  • my

  • my studies

  • to recall, I realized there wasn’t a single moment when I had been cared for

  • had no one to rely on, so I

  • was better to bury them

  • head, I

  • It’s impossible to

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

  • speaking, a sudden jolt ran through my ribs, like a

  • out a strange yelp and turned to look.

  • poking my

  • he said, “Who says it’s

  • tried to dodge, but

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  • switch on my waist–I couldn’t stop laughing,

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