I told Xenia in a calm voice, "I was rescued from it, and I'm safe and sound, but she's not as lucky as me."
Xenia sniffed, "If you don't admit that she is your mother. If she is my mother, I will heated her. Why do you still visit her?"
I took a deep breath and continued, "I don't know. I don't know why I went to see her. I don't miss her. Perhaps I just feel that she is related to me by blood. But I won't enter the jail then. Please help me give these things to the prison guard at the door. After all, my mother didn't want to see me."
"It is really rare to find such weird things in the world."
When Xenia drove the car to the entrance of the prison, I saw a car passing by.
That car looked familiar.
Xenia and I got off the car and handed the bag to the prison guard. But the guard grumbled, "Faye is not of good character. But many people sent her gifts."
I asked in a hurry, "Is there anyone else coming to see her?"
The prison guard pointed at the two bags not far from his feet and said, "These bags were just delivered. I didn't have the time to bring them into the jail before you came again."
"Do you know who that person is?"
"How do I know?"
I asked again, "What kind of person is it?"
"He's driving a fancy car. He looks less than 40 years old and is a good-looking man. He should be an educated man according to his words."
"Oh, I see. Thank you. "
The warden asked us if we were going to visit her.
I shook my head and then got back into the car.
Xenia asked me what was going on.
"You haven't met my mother. You don't know her past life. She shouldn't have known such a person. He didn't even visit her, and he just left things. I don't know such a person in my impression."
Xenia started the car and asked, "Let me ask you a question. If you don't want to answer, just forget it."
"What?"
"Where's your father? Is he your father? "
"My father died a long time ago, and he is not so young."
A look of remorse appeared on Xenia's face. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel and apologized, "I'm sorry, Jasmine."
"It's okay. I'm used to it. Don't mind."
Xenia boldly speculated, "Could it be your mother's first love, her ex-boyfriend or something?"
Thinking of what my mom looked like, I couldn't help but shake my head, "I can't think of anyone who will like a woman like my mom."
"Your father, they got married at that time, didn't they?"
"You're right. My father is the root. He hurt my mother and me."
"No wonder you didn't mention your family before. I see. If I were you, I wouldn't mention family in front of others. By the way, when will your mother come out? "
"About four months."
"That's quick. What's your plan when she comes out?"
I don't know. I haven't thought about it. And I don't know what to do. "
"In my opinion, you should break off all relations with your mother and live your own life away from her. If it is really impossible, you can give some alimony. All the money you give to my mother is enough."
Then I and Xenia arrived at the gate. As soon as we got there, we saw Rosie standing there with a bag in her hand.
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