Post Date December, 03 2023
The blood and tears accusation of Xiao San? Xiao San is a new term that has emerged on the internet, referring to a third party involved in marriage and family. San is currently a relatively excluded group in society, but many San's path is also very difficult. A third year mother said, 'I have been struggling in the midst of emotional transactions.'. In order to win the favor of a ruthless man, he even used the baby as a bargaining chip. When all hope was shattered, I found myself reborn from the ashes and found that another path was already at my feet.
The Path of a 'Junior' Mother
My breasts are so dry that there is not a drop of milk
When you went out that day, you saw me taking my clothes and immediately struggled to crawl into the stroller.
The baby stroller in sapphire blue is a retired item placed in the garage by a neighbor upstairs, with worn corners. You hummed and hawed, your big head tilted to one side, watching Grandma repair your stroller with a cloth strip. You little rascal, when Grandma and I were not paying attention, you pulled the cloth strip over and rubbed it into your mouth, sucking hard. But the cloth is difficult to swallow, you throw it away, open your throat and cry loudly.
But my breasts are shrunk and I can't squeeze out a drop of milk anymore.
You burst into tears at the top of your lungs, knocking over the milk powder can in Grandma's hand. Grandma raised her hand in pain and pretended to hit you. A can of milk powder costs 20 yuan, and you have already knocked out most of it. However, looking at your purple face, Grandma lifted her hand and fell down, then covered her face and sobbed. The low-quality milk powder in the wholesale market, you must be completely bored, that's why you intentionally knocked it over.
I went to the drawer and rustled through it, but your compartment suddenly stopped crying. You opened your eyes wide and looked at me, then at your bag, and then reached out your little hand, babbling to pounce.
I picked you up with tears in my arms, girl. You're so light, you're 8 months old, but you weigh only 15 pounds. Your soft little hand was scratching around my face, and I sat down with a calm mind as I was about to instruct Grandma to make rice soup for you, but somehow your little hand ran into my wallet. I never expected, baby, that you would have such great strength to hold out that small dagger with both hands.
I was frantically about to snatch the dagger and check if you were injured. Grandma slapped me in the face and said, "My little ancestor, do you want to die
My throat is dry and I can't say a word. That dagger is very small, and we all know it won't hurt anyone, but baby, I think the determination in my eyes still scared Grandma. She thrust you into my arms and said, 'I'm about to die of anger from you. I'm going back to my hometown and I don't care if you two live or die!'
