My biological mother, Maria, was oppressed by my grandmother, Sandra, who worked early in the morning and late at night.
My biological father, Gary Baker, was an alcoholic and gambler who lost all the money Maria made.
In my previous life, I didn't care about anything here after I left because I wasn't doing well for myself, and I cut off my ties here.
However, Maria helped me several times in my previous life when I was at my hardest times, and she told me to take care of myself.
It seemed that she was my real mother.
I found Maria, who was working in the field, still grieving that I had been taken away from her, so she was extra delighted when she saw me.
"Jonathan, I'm glad you're okay. Go live your own life, and don't worry about me." It was what a mother would say.
I took Maria away secretly while Gary was still drinking, and I rented a house in the city.
I wished Maria would stay here for good and never go back. I gave her some money and promised her that I would visit her later.
I crept back to my old home. I went up the mountain at dark to pick raspberries and brought them back.