. My father was a little serious and said don't love me. It was just a waste of energy.
She heard my father say that I have AIDS. But I have medicine and I will live forever. Said
that in the afternoon when she was still a little too young, she learned that her mother came back from the drug rehab center and ran upstairs excitedly.
Then she saw her mother sitting on the old chair in an empty room full of smoke, and the curtains were slightly closed. She shed tears like the day her mother died, she was lying on the coffin and didn't want to get up.
She thought I would never forget that my mother loved me even though she was always doing something else wrong.
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