My mother left when I was in 5th grade, and many years later she came back to force her daughter to be filial, but when she didn’t get what she wanted, she threw a chair at my head.

Not every mother loves her child and not every child is loved by her mother.

Every child is born wanting to live in the love of the family, but luck doesn’t always appear to everyone. Not every mother loves her child and not every child is loved by her mother. My life has gone through contrasting emotions, where the most sacred maternal love has become distant. The story of children loving and hating each other in the family is not a strange story, but I have read and heard many stories, at most this child is loved and pampered more than another child, after all, it is the child that the parents gave birth to, how can they not love.

However, my mother is the strangest case in the world that I know. My mother was cruel to me – her first child.

My mother once told me frankly that she hated girls, because I was a girl and she couldn’t control not being able to love me, love and hate are human emotions and my mother hated me simply because she had those emotions, for no other reason.

When I was in 5th grade, the moment my mother took my younger brother and left, cutting off all ties with me, was deeply engraved in my mind like a wound that would never heal. I stayed with my grandparents – old and weak people who had to shoulder the responsibility of raising me. Although my father still provided for me every month, he later had his own family, and I officially became an extra child in the world.

When I started to enter adulthood, I thought I would start writing new pages with my own dreams and ambitions. But when I held the university entrance exam notice in my hand, my mother suddenly appeared after many years of no news.

I thought that my mother’s return would at least comfort me somewhat after years of living alone. But no, this time it was not to encourage me, but to stop me. My younger brother had leukemia, my mother wanted me to skip the university entrance exam, go to Hanoi to stay in the hospital to take care of him. My mother asked me, not asked me, her attitude was cold and as if it was my duty to take care of my brother, if I didn’t do it, I would be a criminal.

My grandparents absolutely did not agree, my grandmother was so determined that she even called the village cadres down to chase away her ex-daughter-in-law. If it weren’t for my grandparents’ protection and care, I would probably be an uneducated daughter by now.

After graduating from school, I tried not to let the pain of my childhood haunt me. I got a fairly stable job and tried to build my own life. During this time, my younger brother passed away and my mother remarried her third husband.

I had forgotten that I still had a mother in this world, I just wanted to live a peaceful life for myself, but at this time, my mother appeared again. This time, she wanted me to quit my job to go back to my hometown to help her sell goods. This was my mother’s husband’s family business, there were only strangers to me, moreover, I had a stable job and life, why should I quit to go back to my hometown to serve strangers?

I did not agree and flatly refused, immediately my mother cursed me with the most vulgar and obscene words. While cursing, she grabbed a plastic chair and threw it straight at my head. My head was injured, blood soaked into my shirt, but my mother’s face was cold as if nothing happened, she even scolded and blamed me.

All the pain – both mental and physical – pushed me to the decision to cut off all ties with my mother. After all, I was just a lost piece, a child who never felt love from her mother. I knew that, to protect myself and find happiness, sometimes I had to learn to give up the things that seemed most important.

After that, I grabbed a towel and carried the wound to the hospital by myself. The deep and long wound on my forehead required 12 stitches. That scar is still very clear to this day, as if reminding me to love myself more. A few years later, my mother came to me a few more times, with the same attitude, except that this time there was no longer any affection left for me to endure.

Currently, my mother and I are two strangers, and when I got married, my mother was not present. Once, my mother had an accident and broke her copper tube and had to stay in the hospital for nearly a month. Her new husband called and asked me to take care of her. I didn’t even bother to refuse, I just silently turned off the phone and blocked the number…