LRAB Chapter 759 Mom Loves You the Most
Chapter 759 Mom Loves You the Most
Monsters with no intelligence can easily reveal their thoughts. After all, they don't understand anything and are just stupid guys.
It is because they know nothing and understand nothing that they can easily express those thoughts. After all, other people cannot listen to so much of them. So please listen to my thoughts carefully, please look into my heart carefully, I am in so much pain...
Because I dare not say it and cannot say it, I don’t say it.
This is normal, isn't it? Often, we don't dare to speak out, and we can't, so we keep everything bottled up deep inside. Many children do this, as do many worthless people. Of course, adults do this even more often.
In fact, adults are the ones who suffer. Adults are the ones who are stupid. They think they are adults, so they can face all the setbacks and hardships in life. This is the biggest problem.
"Thank you for listening to me for so long, my lovely little one..."
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It is exactly the same as the first one, but of course it is different. It cannot be completely replaced. This is normal, just like it is normal that you cannot completely turn your liking into disliking.
Every person is unique, and every emotion is unique. This is normal, isn't it?
There was another knock on the door, and the door was opened. It was a child, such a cute child.
"What's the matter? Why are you here, little one?"
"Um...um, Mom..."
"Hmm? I'm not your mother, but it's okay to call me mom. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Why is there a child here? It's so strange that he comes here in the middle of the night.
Oh, no, it’s not curfew yet, it’s just that it gets dark too early in the winter, isn’t it?
"I'm so scared, so lonely, and so miserable..."
"...Can you tell me? Why is it so painful?"
Half kneeling down, looking into the other person's eyes, they were a pair of inconspicuous gray-black eyes, too ordinary, weren't they?
"I started to suffer a long time ago... I've been here for a week, and everyone is very nice, but my past is like a knife, grabbing everything... It's like cutting it into pieces, my past is all cut into pieces..."
It's a strange, childish metaphor, but I can barely understand it.
"Your past has made you feel very painful and sad. You want to seek help, right? I can help you... Tell me what happened, and I'll help you, okay?"
"I can't communicate with other children. They are so scary... No, I mean, they are actually very good, but I don't dare to talk to them..."
The tone is serious, the emotion is serious, everything is serious. The other party really doesn't dare to talk to those other children. This is normal, isn't it?
Of course, I understand what happened to the other person. After all, there are not many children who are sent here by their parents themselves.
"They sent you here, but it's okay. You won't continue to suffer. You are a very good child. Mom thinks you are indeed a very good child. Do you need my help? Do you need me to tell you how to chat with everyone and how to talk to everyone?"
Many children are unable to take the first step bravely. This child is too introverted and is rejected by other children. His parents cannot understand him. This child is also the smallest one and is born with a disease.
The less serious disease was a chronic illness that was not fatal, but very painful, so they abandoned the child...
So they abandoned a child who was already suffering.
"Really? You're all really nice people, I really want to talk to you all..."
The voice was very gentle, and the child gradually let down his guard. He was indeed a very good child.
"For example, you can be gentler when appropriate, learn to listen, and talk more to other children. They will be happy. You can choose to listen and find something you like. It's all fine."
"Well...what if the other kids get upset?"
"Not really. Everyone is willing to accept others. What I mean is... just be yourself. But when others show you kindness, try to accept it carefully. They will be happy that you can return the kindness."
After patting the child's head to warm him up, I personally sent him back. It was still a little too cold. Yes, it was too cold here...
He coughed lightly twice, and after the people left, he went back to continue watching in a daze.
"This damn weather is so cold... Oh, does anyone want to tell me this? The weather today is so weird, it's freezing cold, little guy..."
The little slime only shows a pair of eyes, but it is actually a big slime. Very cute, isn’t it?
"Mother?"
"?! You scared me. Can you tell me how you came here, little Bruno Linxi?"
There's nothing more strange than having your own child sitting right in front of you. Well, how should I describe it? It's like when you just went out to pet a kitten and came back...and your cat smells something different on you.
"Can other people call me mom too?" The sadness in her tone was almost overflowing. Use your brain quickly to think about what should be done?
I move closer to the child, rub his head carefully, and then kiss his forehead gently. It feels so comfortable. The temperature of his body is so warm. It doesn’t matter if there is no heartbeat. I am willing to share my heartbeat with you. You are something special to me. No, you are my treasure.
My Eye of God is in your heart, it is so beautiful...
"My child, you are unique. You understand that I am willing to share my love with others, but the person I love most is you. You are my treasure, my favorite person, and I will always love you... Do you want to go see something with me? Or would you rather have me read you fairy tales or sing you a lullaby?"
"...I believe Mom. It's enough that Mom loves me the most, but Mom won't allow me to love anyone else more!"
Mom doesn’t allow me to like someone else more. It’s a strange agreement between children, but it’s okay.
"Mom loves you more than she loves herself."
I love you more than I love myself.
This is a sincere statement. I am willing to sacrifice my own life, willing to give up my hope of living, in exchange for my child's happy life. After all, no matter what, please continue to be happy, my child, you should not suffer...