Dream Reading

After my daughter was bullied by her classmates, the parents of the other children presented proof of mental illness, very arrogantly. 
I could tell at a glance that her evidence was forged. 
Because I am the real deal.
The first time I had an episode, I beat up the classmate who bullied me.
The second time, I injured the mad dog that bit me erratically.
The third time, I killed the neighbor who bullied me.
Later, I was sent to Jingshen Hospital.
After spending a decade in the hospital, I was finally released.
No one understands better than me what true mental illness is.


After My Daughter Was Bullied, Her Mentally Ill Mother Took Revenge

I gathered all the documents and headed straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau with my husband.


Throughout the process, my husband didn't say a word, simply holding my hand silently.


I chose to leave the marriage with nothing, granting custody of the child to my husband; the staff at the Civil Affairs Bureau had never seen such a scene before.


They looked at me and my husband with suspicious eyes; after repeatedly trying to persuade us and failing, they could only proceed with the paperwork.


[No matter what you decide to do, I support you, but just one thing: don't harm yourself, both our daughter and I still need you.]


A lump formed in my throat; after more than ten years together, this man has always been the strongest support for both my daughter and me.


Back home, my daughter limped over to pour me a glass of water.


Looking at the scars still healing on her face, I hugged her tightly,


[Yaoyao, I've already arranged for you to take a break from school. Tomorrow, would you go back to the hometown with your dad for a while to rest?]


[I'm sorry, Mom, for causing trouble. It's okay, I can go back to class. If worst comes to worst, I'll just avoid them.]


Though she said it was fine verbally, I could clearly see deep fear and unease in her eyes.


After my repeated reassurances, my daughter finally nodded cautiously.


Before sending them off on the high-speed train, my daughter looked back reluctantly, wearing a hat and mask.


[Mom, come and get me and Dad soon; we'll miss you a lot.]


I fought the urge to cry and waved at her with a smile.


Watching their departing backs, I took a deep breath, and my heart finally settled down.


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