I cann't believe I'm not their own

I overheard my mother on the phone. Turns out I'm not my own. When this sentence was poured into my ears, I instantly petrified.

It turns out that I'm not my parents' own! It turns out that I am not their own! This sentence echoed in my mind over and over again like a spell. No wonder, with my sister and brother at home, why do I still exist in a family that should have received enough good words? For more than 20 years, I have asked myself more than once why others don't want children after they have sons and daughters. Only when they have two daughters or two sons will they have a third child. Only my family, my sister and brother gave birth to me.

I always thought that only I was the happiest, because others either had no sisters or brothers, only my sister and brother had them. I showed off my "wealth" in front of my classmates more than once. My classmates also envy me for having my sister and brother. How proud I was before, and now I realize that this is a complete joke.

No wonder, last time I was sick, my father took me to the hospital. An acquaintance he hadn't seen for years asked me who my father and I were. My father said that I took my little daughter with me, and the other party said in surprise, "Ah! It's your little daughter. How come she's nothing like you? But if she looks nothing like you, I won't admit it. If this person goes out alone, others must not know that it is your daughter. " At that time, I looked at my father and found a little embarrassed on his face. I still secretly scold others in my heart: "I am blind! My father and I look different. Do I look like you? " I didn't realize that I really wasn't my parents' biological.

I stood there like a bolt from the blue, and my mind was like a roller coaster, recalling every bit since I remembered it.

No wonder when I was young, my brothers and sisters, who had just started school for a long time, would happily write down swearing words on the wall with chalk. I must have just been taken home, and they were rejecting someone who would take away their honor in the future.

No wonder, my brother and sister have thick hair and big eyes, and they are born with the elegance of a classical woman. My brother was handsome when he was a child, but when he grew up, he was a handsome man who fascinated many girls. Just me, my hair is thin and curly. A pie face with small eyes and a flat nose. My sister and brother are gentle and honest, and they perfectly inherit their parents' gentle personality, which makes people fondle it from an early age. Only I have a look of being incompatible with my parents, brothers and sisters, and my temper is hot. If what others say doesn't agree with my temper, I will shout it out directly in a growling tone.

I once complained in front of my family that my parents' genes must have mutated in me, otherwise why I am full of shortcomings that they don't have.

Now I know that this is not a shortcoming at all. I am not their own, so my looks and temper are nothing like my family.

No wonder, no matter how grumpy and unreasonable I was growing up, my parents didn't blame me, but criticized my younger brother and sister. Now I find that I am not a family with them at all. Only I can have such an attitude towards guests, so they treat me as a guest since I was a child, and guests are guests no matter how long they stay.

The more I think about it, the sadder it gets. Like countless times when I was wronged, I cried like rain. It's just different from crying in front of parents when I was sad in the past. My sadness and tears will not be seen by them this time and in the future, because they are the source of my sadness.

At the same time, I floated forward like a ghost. Suddenly mother's voice came from the room: "Girl! Come here, girl. "

At this time, I turned a deaf ear to pain. My mother called several times, but I didn't respond. She ran out and shouted after me.

"Girl, what's wrong with you today? What's it like to lose your soul? Let me tell you something. Your cousin just called and cried and told me that she just found out that it wasn't your aunt's own and asked me if it was true. In order to comfort her, I lied to her that I picked you up from outside. " I felt a thrill in an instant.

Mother went on to say, "I'll tell you first." Don't let the cat out of the bag when your cousin comes over later. Make it look like it. The situation may be worse than this. Remember, your ultimate goal later is to comfort her through your situation, not to stimulate her. "

When I heard this, I felt as if I had been poured with a pot of cold water, and I was instantly refreshed. Stuttering: "I ...? Me? ... didn't you come to pick me up? "

When I finally finished this sentence, my mother had left in a hurry and didn't forget to tell me when she left. Let me think about what to tell my cousin in the future.

I'm standing in a place where I haven't recovered from the emotions that didn't belong to me before, but I don't know if my mood is good or not. Let's think about how to deal with the coming reality first.