At home, the child did not have to do anything. Her parents would cook the food she liked.
Her room was large enough to fit dozens of her beds.
However, in such a huge room, there was only one child.
The bed was filled with beautiful dolls. When she slept, she could hug the dolls to sleep.
At night, her parents would sneak into her room to see if she was asleep.
They would cover her with a blanket and kiss her forehead secretly.
That was the moment when Ye Xing realized the difference between her and these “normal” children.
No matter how good Mother Chen and Sister Shuran were to her, they were still not her parents.
They had too many people to take care of.
Then, one day, she chatted with a young lady who came to volunteer. She asked her what her home was like and what her parents did for a living.
And why did they come to this welfare institute to volunteer.
It was also at that moment that Ye Xing realized that these people were really, really different from others.
As for Mother Chen and Sister Shuran, taking care of them was only a form of work.
She then asked, was it also a form of work for parents to take care of their children?
The volunteer smiled exaggeratedly and pinched her face. How could that be a form of work? They were the parents of the child.
She did not quite understand that sentence and the meaning behind the sister’s smile.
That night, she had a dream that she had a family.
She had a father and a mother at home, and they would ask her what she wanted to eat, play with her, teach her to read, and read to her before going to bed, just as they did on TV.
When she woke up, her pillow was wet from crying.
Uncle Hu was very nice, but he wouldn’t ask what every child liked to eat. Everyone ate the same thing.
Mom and dad would buy new clothes and shoes for their children.
But their shoes and clothes were donated by some kind-hearted people.
And some kind-hearted people would come to the welfare institute. Every time that happened, some people who were called reporters would follow them.
Then the children would go up and take pictures with them. They would smile very happily and show their teeth.
Sometimes, she could even see her little friends on TV.
She had been very envious of the little friends who could go up on stage and take pictures with the “good people”, until one day, she saw the person who had smiled very happily with the children a second ago walked to the side and wiped her hands right after the picture was taken.
As she wiped her hands, she said impatiently that these children were really dirty. They deserved to have no parents.