I listened to her for the first time but my tears rolled in my eyes and I was sad.
I tried to endure the physical discomfort and wanted to enter the ward. Ming stood in front of me and stopped me suddenly. He said hesitantly, “you have to be mentally prepared.”
I looked at him and was more impulsive. I went to the front and looked into the ward.
My tears came down.
There was only one bed and one table in the ward except for one toilet.
Maybe it was because it was on the top floor. It was very cold in the room. I was wearing a coat but my face could feel cold.
There was a woman sitting on the bed. The woman was dressed in an indistinguishable suit and unbuttoned.
Her two almost flat breasts were exposed.
She was bony and her pale, wrinkled skin stuck to her bones. Her sternum and lute were clearly visible.
It seemed that her skin is a little purple because of the cold.
Her face was thinner but her big eyes showed that she used to be a beauty.
The woman’s hair was long and at least as tall as her and scattered on the bed.
This room was dirty but the sheet was white.
There were two dolls on it.
Those two dolls were wearing very beautiful dresses. Even after so long, we could see that they were very high-end dolls.
The woman clapped the two dolls with her thin hand and put the index finger of the other hand on her mouth and whispered, “don’t wake them up.”
I was sad.
She was my mother. I used to dream of meeting my mother again many times, but I never thought it would be like this.
My tears were running down. I took off my clothes and wanted to put them on Margaret.
But before I could reach her, Margaret suddenly pushed me away. “Don’t come here! What are you going to do!”
She said and hugged the two dolls on the bed.
Then she began to coax them, “baby don’t cry. Mom is here. Don’t worry. Mom will protect you. Mom won’t let anyone else take you.”
Ming walked up and held me.
The nurse said behind me, “do you want to die? Mental patients look normal but suddenly go mad. You never know when they go mad.”
I turned around and saw a metal basin on the table with a dry cracked steamed bun and a little boiled cabbage.
I couldn’t help but point to that and ask, “she just eats this?”
The nurse looked at me. “Yes, we charge very little. It’s good that we can offer her three meals a day.” She seemed afraid that I would complain about her, so she said, “the people who sent her in knew our conditions from the beginning, but they still decided to send her in. They don’t want her.”
I was sad to hear that.
I looked up at Ming. “Shall we take mom away?”
“OK, I’ll arrange it.” Ming nodded.
The nurse listened to us and said, “she can be transferred, but we can only refund you a small amount of money, and the accountant didn’t work today.”
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