After my mother got divorced, she became the fiercest woman in the village.
She often cursed at me, “If I didn’t have you dragging me down, I would’ve remarried some rich man long ago.”
Behind her back, the villagers gossiped, “She can’t get anyone to marry her, so she uses her daughter as an excuse.”
My father mocked her even more. “With your mother’s firecracker temper, and since she can’t even give birth to a son, the only man who’d want her is one with four sons who can’t find wives.”
Later, a small business owner really did want to marry my mother.
Then my father regretted it. “Yufen, let’s get married again. The three of us can live a proper life together.”