Due to my sudden intervention, the female spirit dared not act rashly.
Jack temporarily escaped danger, and the painful expression on his face gradually faded away.
He slowly regained consciousness.
Margaret, seeing her son awake, instantly lit up with joy. “Is my son alright now?”
“Expert, is… is that evil spirit still here?” she asked nervously.
Jack slowly sat up. “Mom, what happened? I feel much better now.”
Margaret rushed to Jack’s side. “Oh, my boy, you’re finally awake!”
Margaret mistook what I had said to the spirit as some kind of incantation and started praising my abilities to Jack.
“The expert just said a couple of words, and that spirit was instantly scared shitless,” she exclaimed.
Jack nodded at me, looking a bit dazed.
He seemed to be about seven or eight years older than me, and I could still faintly see traces of his childhood features.
After hearing his mother’s words, Jack first smiled, then frowned and started scolding her, “I told you she was capable, but you wouldn’t listen. You made me suffer for nothing.”
Margaret, having emptied her savings and now being scolded by her own son, was still overjoyed.
“It’s all Mom’s fault. But it’s okay now, everything’s fine,” she said, beaming.
As mother and son shared their intimate moment, I felt like an invisible person.
I lowered my head, fiddling with my talisman, realizing how much she loved her son.
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Yet, I was abandoned by her since childhood.
11
My life before the age of five was worse than animals.
No exaggeration, I was actually kept in a pigsty, often going hungry because I couldn’t compete with the pigs for food.
The reason I was confined to the pigsty was that I could see ghosts from a young age.
I’d help Mom wash dishes, but end up breaking them all because a ghost crawled out of the pot and scared me.
I’d scrub my brother’s back, but end up shaking with fear because a ghost was perched on his shoulder, grinning at me.
So in Mom’s eyes, I was nothing but a bringer of misfortune, only fit to stay in the pigsty, not even allowed to compete with pigs for food.
12
When I was five, Mom finally let me out of the pigsty.
She bathed me herself and even bought me new clothes.
Little me was overwhelmed with joy and surprise.
In my innocence, I thought Mom still loved me after all.
Mom took me out, bought me ice cream I had never tasted before.
She looked at me and frowned, “I didn’t expect you to be worth anything. Who knows what these rich people are thinking.”
I didn’t understand what she meant. I just lowered my head and savored the ice cream, though sadly it melted too quickly in the hot weather.
Mom took me to the bus station.
After a long wait, someone came. The person sighed, “Well, tough luck for you. That family’s wife suddenly found out she’s pregnant, so they don’t want her anymore.”
Mom still wouldn’t give up. “Then tell them I don’t want money anymore, I’ll give her away for free.”
The person looked at me with disdain. “They’re going to have their own child now. Why would they want your daughter?”
After the person left, Mom couldn’t contain her anger and slapped me twice.
“You useless thing, I just bought you new clothes, and now I can’t even return them.”
After a while, I heard her sigh softly, “Well, it’s not your fault. Are you hungry? I’ll go buy you something to eat.”
I nodded eagerly.
But I sat on the chair waiting and waiting, for a long time, and Mom never came back.
Until the staff were about to close, “Little girl, where are your parents?”
Icouldn’t help but burst into tears, “Mommy… Mommy doesn’t want me anymore.”
In the end, I was sent to an orphanage.
When I was sixteen, I was already the oldest child in the orphanage.
Surprisingly, someone was willing to adopt me instead of those sweet younger kids.
It was a couple who looked well–educated and polite at first glance. They treated me just like their own daughter.
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That blissful life lasted less than a year before they died in a car accident.
