Maurice did not respond to me, nor did he answer the girl's question about who I was.
I gritted my teeth to hold back the anger in my heart.
I turned around and left without saying anything.
Maurice wanted to stop me and called me from behind, but Tina's voice was louder, drowning out his.
"Maury, please don't leave me behind again."
This was the second time that Maurice didn't come back for me.
6
I returned to my maternal family. My father was still so kind.
"Why did you come back at this time? Why didn't Maurice come with you?"
I walked straight toward my father and threw myself into his arms.
I would always do this when I suffered injustice in childhood.
"He's busy."
I couldn't hide my dejection at all with my heavy nasal voice, but I still intended to pretend that nothing had happened.
I didn't know why, but I could always regain warmth in my father's arms.
My father stroked my hair and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
With that, he got up and went to the kitchen.
After a while, my father brought out my favorite scrambled eggs and pork ribs in sweet sauce.
I stuffed food into my mouth and responded to my father vaguely.