The sad life of the “devil mother” and a priceless gift from God
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When I was 7 years old, a dark spot started appearing on my face. It began to eat slowly into the flesh and then spread. Occasionally, the birthmark cracks, peels, and oozes black blood. For me, it was a terrible event.
I went to school with the discriminating eyes of my friends. Teasing surrounded me, clinging to me from when I was an elementary school girl to a young girl. They called me “evil”, “Chung Vo Diem”. They stayed away when I was at the dinner table, in school, when they saw me walking on the village road.
Nguyen Thi Quen’s face
When I was a teenager, I used to look at myself in the mirror and cry. I look at the path of the birthmark, it clings to 2/3 of my face, covering one eye so I can’t see anything. I wished I had a normal life like many other girls.
But my parents were too poor to take me to the hospital to find out the cause of the birthmark on my face. I had to learn to live with them!
Time passed quickly, thinking that my life would be buried in loneliness, I met him. We met while working rice. It was the man who saw my heart and soul, instead of a scary face.
We got married and built a house on the land given to us by our parents. Then Vy was also born… Thief! She has a pretty face, big round eyes… We were raised together with infinite love.
But once again, events knocked me down. In 2015, the heart valve disease took my husband, at that time, he was still working in Ho Chi Minh City. Immediately, I picked up the car with my husband. All hope of a peaceful life was shattered, I almost collapsed after that indescribable pain.
No matter what her mother’s face looks like, Vy still loves her very much
In those days, Vy was the cure for all pain, a priceless gift from God. The baby kept clinging to her mother and did not leave. Maybe Vy is the only person in this world who sees that I am very beautiful. People still ask: “Vi, you see my mother’s face, are you afraid?”.
It innocently replied: “Yes, every day I ask my mother to drive me to school. When I get off the bus, I hug my mother and kiss me before I enter class.” Several times in class, she often took out her mother to make fun of her, Vy always ignored her.
For Vy, mother is everything!
We have a poor life but very rich in love. The house that Vy and I live in was built for me, according to the support of the difficult area, 3 meters wide, 4 meters long.
Every day, I wander around to sell lottery tickets, saving nearly one hundred thousand dong. In the evening, when I returned home, I was told by Vy in her ear about everything in her little life. He will kiss his mother, hug her… My happiness is just that.
* The article is written in the first person, according to the character’s narration.
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