11

11

On the day of Wanwan's seventh birthday, I took her to buy groceries, planning to make a delicious meal that evening.

Suddenly, a beggar on the side of the road grabbed my foot, and I frowned and looked down,

it was my parents-in-law.

The two of them were shabbily dressed, filthy, and exuded an indescribable stench.

"Zhixia, it's us, we were foolish before, you're generous, can you forgive us?"

My father-in-law's voice trembled, his eyes filled with pleading.

I didn't want to pay them any attention, and pulled my foot out of his grasp with disdain.

Seeing that I ignored him, he then turned to Wanwan.

"Wanwan, it's Grandpa and Grandma, didn't you always want Grandpa and Grandma to play with you? Come, let Grandpa give you a hug."

He reached out, trying to pull Wanwan into his arms.

I watched Wanwan with some concern, worried that she might soften.