"Stop crying. Vivian just didn't have what it takes to handle stress. My daughter Elise would never do something like this. The problem lies with Vivian, not you. You could always have another child."
I was immersed in pain, and her words turned all my pain into a raging fire, burning away my sanity.
I grabbed Miranda by the neck.
"You can't say that!"
I beat her black and blue, and she called the police on me. The court found me guilty of assault, and I was imprisoned.
In reality, she just didn't love her child but often manipulated me on how to "love" my child.
When I opened my eyes again, I found that I had been reborn, back to when Vivian was going to kindergarten.
Seeing Vivian walking towards me with innocence and cuteness, calling me "Mom", I was overwhelmed with emotion, hugged her, and wept.
This feeling of rediscovery was indescribable.
Even if it was a dream, I hoped it never ended, giving me a chance to make things right.
The doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw Miranda.
She said with a smile, "Vivian and Elise are both old enough for kindergarten. I've chosen a few that are cheap. They're a bit far away and not very safe. but children should endure hardships, right?"