But at that time, I was so foolish that I didn't see the goodness of my parents. It was not until I looked back on my life that I realized who were the real people and who were the ghosts.
My mom patted my back gently, comforting me and helping me gradually breathe smoothly.
While my dad watched us silently shedding tears.
How could I have been so blind to believe that bitch, when my parents loved me so much?
"Okay, let's go home. Don't be afraid anymore..."
"Dad, Mom, I want to change my name."
My parents were stunned when they heard what I said, and then they were excited and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
In my previous life, I had been instilled with too many thoughts by Ashley, which my parents had to accept reluctantly.
So, I was on guard from the beginning when we met.
No matter what they said, I always took the opposite stance. After all, it was their own biological daughter who made a mistake and it was up to an adopted daughter like me to discover it and urge her to recognize it. In my opinion, they were unforgivable.
So, when they mentioned changing my name, I shouted and screamed excitedly, to the point that my already malnourished body fainted.