LOGINOn the seventh day after my burial, Grandma passed away, too. Following our village customs, she and I were laid to rest together in the cemetery at the eastern edge of the village, where the view stretched out to the millstone at the village entrance.As a child, I would stand by that millstone every day, hoping to see Mom and Dad return home. Later, whenever I went away, Grandma would wait there for me to come back.Mom and Dad didn't continue running the breakfast joint. Instead, they used the remaining family savings, along with my scholarship and the school's compensation, to open an orphanage in the village, naming it "Nina's Loving Home".They welcomed children without anyone to care for them, and with the hope of making up for what they had failed to give me, they showered them with love, ensuring they grew up in a safe, nurturing home, untouched by the neglect I had suffered.Mom, who had once been strict and overbearing, had softened into a patient and gentle woman. Dad,
My parents left the mortuary like shells of themselves. When they returned home, the first thing they did was close the restaurant they had run for years. They sent Hugo off to boarding school and hired the best caretaker to look after Grandma.After handling that, they took all their savings and traveled north again. They rented a small apartment near the train station and restarted the breakfast joint. Mom worked the shop while casually fishing for information from the locals. Dad would quietly mention that Mom's condition was critical and that she needed a kidney transplant urgently.With limited savings, they were looking for a cheap kidney source, even if it wasn't entirely legal. Before long, someone actually approached them. A regular at the breakfast joint whispered to Dad that he had a connection. Dad put on a desperate act and said, "If it can save my wife, I will find the money no matter what."Seeing how sincere Dad was, the man gave him an address and told him to br
The counselor said coldly, "What struck me most about Nina was the day she arrived for her college registration. Almost every other freshman had their parents with them, but she came alone, carrying a threadbare backpack. "She was so small and slim, standing in the crowd like a delicate blade of grass ready to be swept away by the wind."Mom and Dad instantly recalled that day, which also happened to be Hugo's first day of kindergarten. They thought that I should be able to handle things on my own at 18 years old. Hugo was too young to be left alone, so they sent me to register by myself. They never considered that I had never even been to the city center, let alone traveled by myself hundreds of miles to the capital. I must have been terrified and completely helpless.Dad's eyes were red with tears. "It's our fault. We let her down."The counselor led them to my dorm. My three roommates stared at my parents as if they had committed a crime.I had very few belongings. All I had
Mom froze, unable to say a word. Her mind went completely blank, leaving only the officer's question repeating itself over and over. Why did she even have a child?After giving birth, she had moved to the city to open a breakfast joint, waking before sunrise and working long hours until her hands were raw with calluses. All she had wanted was to bring me to the city, enroll me in the best school, and dress me in beautiful clothes.Over time, she earned enough and bought a house. As her life improved, she only grew busier than ever.In order to earn more, she had left me with Grandma without a second thought. Year after year, she only saw me for brief visits during holidays. Each time she returned, my attachment to Grandma and my reserved behavior toward her sparked a strange jealousy in her heart.She had worried that I didn't recognize her as a mother or have any place for her in my heart. To assert herself, she set strict rules, hoping to draw my attention. After Hugo was born,
Mom arched an eyebrow and sneered. "What could possibly go wrong? She's just throwing a tantrum, trying to make me cave. "Let me make this clear—no way! If she refuses to write that self-reflection or acknowledge her mistakes, I will never forgive her."Dad opened his mouth to protest, but Mom's glare immediately shut him up.Grandma clutched Mr. Miller's arm and pleaded, "Please, tell me the truth. What happened to Nina? Did something go wrong?"Before Mr. Miller could answer, a police siren wailed outside. Two uniformed officers rushed into the yard with grim expressions.They surveyed everyone in the yard, finally resting their gaze on my parents. One officer said firmly, "We are here to verify the situation regarding Nina Graham. Yesterday, she was at a rented apartment near the train station when an accident occurred. Sadly, she has passed away."Mom's face went pale as she yelled, "No! My daughter was fine! How could she be dead? You're wrong! She's just hiding to frighten
After a long while, Grandma finally gathered the courage to speak, saying, "If you two won't contact Nina, then I will. If you won't let her come home, then I will!"With that, she gripped her cane and started toward the door.The moment Mom saw Grandma trying to leave, she flew into a rage. She pointed at Grandma's back and shouted, "See? Nina turned out this way because you spoiled her! When she enters the workforce someday, she'll just be a weakling who can't survive in the real world. She'll never accomplish anything!"The more she spoke, the angrier she became. She suddenly turned and stormed into the bedroom Grandma had specially cleaned for me.My heart skipped a beat, and I hurried after her.I saw Mom yank the brand-new quilt off my bed and throw it hard onto the floor. Then, she stomped on it twice and snapped, "How dare she defy me and give me attitude? Fine! She's not touching this quilt ever again!"Right after that, her gaze fell on the wall plastered with certifica







