poor child

Once upon a time, there was a worried mother. In fact, she was a stepmother. He had three children, two children were her, and one was her husband's ex-wife. The mother of the child died when she reborn, so her father married another mother.

The mother looks ugly to the child. She sees the wind in front of her husband and makes the rudder. The aunt is flattering. In the back, not the child, the child, of course, the other two children are full of food and clothing, and the other child is hungry every day. Everyday bread. Until the father died ~ the child could not live in the family, the mother drove him out of the house, she squatted at the door, until the mother's bucket of water poured on him, he died. Walking slowly in the street, tired, sitting under the lamppost on the street, the light illuminates her, his face looks so thin, his hair turns silver... he can't resist the torture of hunger, Slowly, the breathing is no longer smooth. Gradually, the tears are dry, the hands are put down, and the breath is gone... In this life, no one except the father hurts her, everyone no longer dislikes him, everyone Stay away from him, everyone does not play with him, always reject her... Now, she has left, leaving this world full of rejection, she is more miserable than the little girl who sells matches, he did not eat, no Wear it, no warmth, no match...

Suddenly, it was dark, and there was a heavy downpour. The rain fell on her cheeks. I couldn’t tell which tears were and what was rain. Gradually, he was covered in darkness and swallowed by the dark... She - left .

Look, this poor child has never enjoyed the bath of love for a lifetime. The departure of his parents has dealt a big blow to him. If everyone is rejecting these poor children, then what kind of system does this society have? Stupid humans, enlightenment.

....first grade: 90 after the angel