Chapter 16
On the car, I received a call from an unknown number.
“Hello?”
There was only a slight sound of breathing coming from that direction, and no one spoke.
Half a minute later, the phone hung up.
They didn’t call back again.
I didn’t go back because of my dad.
He didn’t go home either.
But arrived at the entrance of the mental hospital.
When I went in, the doctors and nurses inside all knew me.
“Come and see your mom, okay? She’s been doing much better lately, just keeps talking about you all the time.”
In the hospital bed, the elderly woman was filled with the breath of life weakening.
But we were five percent similar.
I walked up slowly and said, “Mom, I’m here to see you.”
She didn’t answer me.
The patient, just closing his eyes tightly after taking the medicine, fell into a deep sleep.
She was the one I met after the college entrance examination.
One day during my summer job, I received a call from the police: “Is this Ashley? Is Laney Everett your mother? She is currently in New York.”
That was not a lively and energetic Laney.
She was a crazy woman with tattered clothes and several missing teeth.
They said they really didn’t know how she managed to wander from Chicago to New York.
A madman actually managed to run so far.
It was also at that time that I found out.
My mother, after enduring long–term domestic violence from my father, finally fell ill and went insane.
She did not deliberately run away.
But one day, she suddenly fell ill. The instinct for survival made her unconsciously do something she had long wanted to do but dared not
- do.
Ran.
Ran out.
You could go anywhere.
A mentally deranged lunatic couldn’t go anywhere.
Wandering on the streets.
Sometimes she would also be normal.
But it was only temporary.
So she found herself always thinking about coming back when she was in New York.
I was only informed after the police were called because I didn’t have the fare for the car.
“She said she forgot to bring her daughter.”
“She was going to pick up her daughter.”
The police officer on the other end of the phone said.
My mother never thought about abandoning me.
She was born into a backward and impoverished family.
An arranged marriage married a drunkard.
She was oppressed and abused by her family, so she went crazy too.
She became irritable and always said to her daughter, “If it weren’t for you, we would have divorced long ago.”
But then I stood in front of me when a man threw a bottle of wine at
- me.
Head was bleeding.
The root of the disease was thus planted.
Suppressed for several years, it finally erupted.
She never really thought about divorce and just ran away.
I never thought of rebelling or seeking revenge.
No one taught her since she was born.
She was taught only –
Complied.
I didn’t blame her.
I had to teach her, I said, “Mom, you can run, even if you get divorced, it won’t be a big deal.”
“Mom, I’ll take you away. If he hits you again, we’ll call the police and resist.”
“Mom, it doesn’t matter what the villagers say or how they scold you, I will cover your ears, so you won’t hear it.‘
She slowly recovered in the mental hospital and her condition was very good.
This cost me all the bonuses I received from the school and the city after I was admitted to a prestigious university.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been so tight on money.
But I have no regrets.
Now, Mike and I were holding hands, and I said to her, “Mom, I have
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found the person I like.”
“We would get married.”
He respected me a lot.
Never belittle.
Never slander.
The end.
