Mango Allergy: My Mom Abandoned Me

The first time to abandon me

Dad made a lot of money doing business outside, and the money in his bank account was increasing, and he felt more and more dissatisfied with his wife.

He let those mistresses to call my mother and send her inexplicable photos. He wanted my mother to give up and leave with nothing.

But mom had a backbone. She followed him through the storm. She insisted on being with him despite defying her parents. Now he wanted to get rid of her? Dream on!

But Dad didn't just daydream, he also did disgusting things.

He started to bring the women from outside home.

When mom comes home from work, strange sounds came from the bedroom. My mom pushes the door and sees dad and the mistress. Dad just stood there holding his arm and watching.

The mistress was at a disadvantage, but he still favored her. Mom's face was bruised and swollen from being scratched.

My mom insisted on not getting divorced, with the attitude of "If I can't live well, I won't let you live well'. Mom had fought with dad's mistresses for so many times.

But it was useless. When a man changed his heart, even if you became as strong as steel, his heart wouldn't turn back a bit.

Until that day, my parents erupted into a world war again. I, a little child, held onto my father's leg and shouted, "Don't hit Mommy, don't hit Mommy."

My father kicked me out with one foot. I hit the wall and bounced onto the corner of the table, immediately bleeding a lot.

My mother was disheartened and agreed to divorce. The condition was that my father would leave with nothing, and both me and the property would belong to her.

She was confident that my father would agree, because my father's factory was thriving. The property was just a drop in the bucket, and my father probably didn't want me as a burden.

She did not know that my father always had despicable and disgusting behavior beyond the normal bottom line. He let my mother choose for herself: either she would leave with nothing and I would belong to my mother, or she would take the property and I would be given to him.

When my mother left with the property, my father was dumbfounded.

He took me to play mahjong and cursed my mother at the mahjong table, saying, "That heartless woman! She chose the property over the child without any hesitation."

People around laughed and said that my father's wishful thinking didn't work out.

The next day, my father sent me to my grandfather's house in the countryside.

My grandmother passed away, and my grandfather, a man, couldn't take care of me himself.

He loved to eat chili peppers, so he put chili peppers in every dish. I said I couldn't have it, but he laughed and said, "A man should be able to handle spicy food. The more you eat, the more you get used to it."

I would cry when the food was too spicy, and my grandpa always said I was a jinx.

I dared not cry either. If I cried, my grandpa would hit me with his bamboo stick. He said that jade needs to be polished to become valuable. My dad was hit by him a lot when he was young, so he was successful now.

I didn't know if my dad was successful or not, but I was really scared of my grandpa's way of educating me.

I was allergic to mangoes. The first time I ate them, my whole body was covered in rashes. My grandpa took me to the clinic.

They told him that I couldn't eat mangoes, otherwise there would be serious consequences.

My grandpa didn't care and said, "What allergy? Stop being so sensitive."

He started giving me mangoes every day. Seeing me break out in rashes every day, he thought it was not enough training. So one day, he peeled a plate of mangoes for me to eat.

I was sent to the intensive care unit that day. When I woke up, my mom was sitting by the bed with swollen eyes.