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My mother posted a red ledger on her account. The paper was slightly yellowed, clearly quite old. 【Valerie, it was Mom’s fault. When we were poor, Mom had to send you to your uncle’s house in the countryside. But which mother would willingly separate from her own flesh and blood? I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to live well in the countryside, so I sent you things every few days. Your dad and I worked day and night, hoping to bring you back sooner. 【But I never imagined that by the time we finally had the means, you had grown up and drifted away from us. You kept your feelings bottled up inside, and even when you were diagnosed with cancer, I only found out from others… 【Mom truly didn’t know you were suffering so much. In the next life, will you come back as my daughter again, so Mom can make it up to you?】 No. Looking at that ledger, I felt nothing but irony. To the netizens, it was a sign of my mother’s love for me. But they didn’t know it was the straw that broke the camel’s