At my husband's funeral, my twin son and daughter each took out a DNA Test report showing no blood relation with me. Son looked indifferent, "I already know Aunt Sheila is my biological mother. Back then you used dirty tricks to break her and Dad up. We have already moved our household registration to be with my real mom." Daughter frowned impatiently, "You live in my dad's house, let the woman he loved suffer for so many years. From now on, you stay at home as a maid to serve her till she dies." I didn't cry or make a scene, just nodded calmly. Only because yesterday, I saw them in the hospital with my own eyes, holding forged DNA reports discussing, "Brother, Dad is dead, Mom only has us two relatives left. Really want let her die alone? No one to arrange her funeral?" Son didn't hesitate, "If Aunt Sheila didn't give me her heart back then, I would have died long ago. As long as Aunt Sheila is willing, I am her biological son. And you, did you forget who risked life to carry you out during the House Fire? That woman you call Mom, disappeared without a trace when we were most difficult. People taking care of us were all Aunt Sheila. This kind of cold-blooded and selfish person can't compare to Aunt Sheila's one finger. I feel disgusted calling her Mom one more time." I clutched the heavy Artificial Heart in my chest. Tears smashed on the diagnosis of end-stage heart failure. This is also good. I die alone, when the heart stops beating, I can leave without any ties. Chapter 1 Seeing me silent. Son Mason looked impatient, calling my name directly, "Hazel, Dad told me personally before he died. You gave birth to a stillborn back then. He was afraid you would be sad, so he adopted us siblings for you to raise. My mom is kind, for a person like you, she forcefully endured the pain of separation from her children for twenty-eight years. Even if you give your life to her now, it's not enough." Daughter Mia echoed as a matter of course, "Exactly, since the truth is out, you are not our real mom, but you enjoyed the fortune that should belong to my mom for so many years. Being a maid to serve my mom is only right." I stared at their angry faces. Wanted to laugh but couldn't. Only felt full of absurdity. I was married to George Sterling for thirty years, he cheated with my father's illegitimate daughter Sheila for twenty-eight years. For his professor's face, he threatened me with children. Trapped me, the legitimate daughter, in this prison-like marriage. To decorate his facade. But behind the scenes, he acted as a secret couple with Sheila. I wasted half my life, becoming a ghost-like old woman. Sheila was raised not knowing grains, over fifty still like a young girl. Before marriage, she had my father's preference. After marriage, she had my husband's preference. Now, this pair of children I held up with half my life. Just when I thought the pain ended today. Also because of her. Used the sharpest blade, stabbed into my heart. Amidst the whispers of the crowd, I was like an embarrassed stray dog. Lowered head grabbed my handbag ready to leave. Mason suddenly rushed over, snatched my handbag, "Don't think about taking anything from my house." Handbag was turned upside down. "Crash". An old phone and a photo floated out. That was taken when they were ten years old, I begged George to take for us. He didn't even look, impatiently took one. Photo didn't even focus, three of our faces were a bit blurry. But I carried it for eighteen years, rubbed until edges curled. Mia also recognized the photo I treated as life. Face looked a bit unnatural, "Brother, forget it, she didn't take anything." Mason picked up the photo on the ground without a word. Just one look, tore it to pieces and threw it on my face. Facing my instantly pale face. He sneered without guilt, "Originally you broke up my dad and mom. If not for you, our family would be living happily now. Mia and I wouldn't be separated from our real mom for more than twenty years. You keeping this disgusting photo now is just to deliberately make my mom feel bad, are you disgusting or not?" He got more excited as he spoke, eyes dyed scarlet, "When I was diagnosed with heart problem, you and my mom both matched. You were afraid of death and ran away first time, disappeared for two months. If not my mom stood out to give me her heart, grass on my grave would be two meters high now." "Thinking about it now, this is the power of blood. Sure enough, only my real mom would risk her life for me. And you, this greedy for life and afraid of death impostor, simply don't deserve children to send you off." I looked bloodlessly at this son I had difficult labor for three days and nights. Risked life to give birth. And spent half life cultivating into talent. Using the most resentful eyes. Most vicious words. Chopping one knife after another at my most fatal place. Afraid couldn't make me painful. Surging dull pain flooded throat, almost made me stand unstable. Just then, a familiar figure suddenly entered the door. Chapter 2 Sheila wearing a black mink coat. Trotted to block Mason, "Mason, don't say that. Your Aunt Hazel after all isn't your real mom, I can understand she afraid of death. What I did for you and Mia was all willing. I don't blame anyone, you guys also stop blaming your Aunt Hazel okay?" Mason red eyes held her hand tightly, "Mom, sorry, let you suffer so many years. Son will never leave you again, no one can separate us mother and son." Mia even cried choking pouncing into her arms. Three of them hugged tightly together. Weeping with joy for the blood reunion late for twenty-eight years. Only me, standing in the ridicule and banter of public eyes. Lived like a thorough clown. But Mason still didn't plan to let me go, "I have already processed divorce for you and him according to Dad's will. Later my mom is Mrs. Sterling. When you die, you are not qualified to be buried in Sterling family grave, find a place yourself." Mia added hesitatingly, "As long as you concentrate on serving my mom well, after you pass away, I can buy you a coffin to bury in public cemetery." Public cemetery buries all loners with no relatives, no one to claim. I stiffened in place, actually wanted to laugh, but pulling mouth corner, tears couldn't help flowing out. Sheila pretended difficult stepping forward to pull me, eyes hiding pride, "Sister, I didn't want to do this either. But you saw, these two children are filial, insist on giving me a home, I also have no choice, you will understand us right?" Looking at the pair of children guarding Sheila tightly left and right. I cried and laughed. Do I have qualification not to understand? From small to big. Whatever Sheila wanted to snatch from my hand. I never kept. Before was father. Later was husband. Now, at this moment my life is coming to an end. Even my children are lost. I don't want to fight anymore, also can't fight anymore. Finally I bent down, amidst floor of photo fragments, only picked up the phone. Funeral ended, I returned to familiar home. But was arranged to live in the narrow cramped storage room. Not even a bed. Mia threw a tattered quilt emitting heavy moldy smell on the floor. Tone full of venting pleasure, "Are you regretting now what you did to me and my brother back then?" I looked at her fingers pinching red. Heart filled with dull pain. My Mia, from small to big always like this. Whenever wronged, would subconsciously pinch her own fingers. Every time was me holding her hand, rubbing open bit by bit, hugging her in arms to comfort. But now, my subconsciously raised hand, was avoided by her with disgust. I blinked eyes astringent to pain, gently smiled, "I don't regret. Start over, I would still do this." She gritted teeth, almost instantly red eyes, "You simply don't deserve to be a mother, deserve to die alone with no one to send off." Mason also followed in, he obviously heard our conversation. Eyes full of ice slag like coldness, "Why talk so much to this selfish vicious old woman? If she had conscience she wouldn't be punished by God to have no descendants. Later we concentrate on being filial to our own mom, don't waste time on her this lowly maid." Door was slammed heavily, shaking down a floor of dust. I stood in darkness for a long time. Only raised hand wiped face, but found face full of tears long ago. It's okay, wait a few more days, I can do as they wish, never hinder their eyes again. Sheila already lost all reliance, she will be a mother obediently. This is enough. Chapter 3 Midnight, I was woken by chest stifling pain. Winter twelfth lunar month weather, cold air on ground continuously spread my whole body through thin bedding. I shivering, got up to kitchen pour cup of hot water. Just picked up boiling kettle, a heavy muffled sound hit my head. I stunned in place, vision black for a while. Until a stream of warm wetness slid down from hair. Frozen stiff body then hindsight felt scalp exploding severe pain. But before I opened mouth. Ear suddenly exploded sound of glass breaking on ground. Followed by Sheila's scream. "Ah, ghost!" Mason and Mia almost rushed in at same time. Looking at broken vase on floor, two people protected in front of Sheila without saying a word. "Sister, you clearly know my heart is bad, why deliberately hide in kitchen scare me? You just hate me not dying?" Sheila clutched chest, crying almost passed out. Mason furious, fiercely turned head glaring at me, "Are you fucking sick? Not sleep at midnight hide in kitchen scare people? If my mom scared out something good or bad, I want you pay life..." He roared halfway, but suddenly choked voice. Gaze dead staring at blood continuously hanging down from my head top, brows twisted into a knot. Mia tone guilty but fierce said, "Injured not hurry go handle, get blood everywhere, disgusting dead." Sheila seeing this, cried more aggrieved, "I thought thief entered home, so used vase smashed sister, but I was also too afraid. Mason, Mia, my heart uncomfortable, don't know if artificial heart scared out problem." Two people's attention immediately transferred, quickly took out heart protection pills fed her, nervously supporting her walk out. Just walked two steps, Sheila turned head, like suddenly remembered something, "Sister, I a heart bad person where have strength smash your head broken, turns out two bags of ketchup I put in fridge yesterday not found was used by you..." She lowered eyes, red eye rims sighing, "I know, you not reconciled. You rest assured, after New Year, I leave, absolutely not disturb your family of three. I only beg you, let me accompany children finish this last New Year, even if artificial heart stops later die alone outside I also no regrets." I looked at her bloodlessly, whole body blood cooled down bit by bit. Actually, when learned George seriously ill couldn't survive this year. I had several beautiful dreams. Me and children finally suffered through. Finally can have a happy reunion New Year. In dream no threat, no abuse, no beating. Only family happiness. TV playing lively gala. Pot boiling white chubby dumplings. Brilliant fireworks, dispelled all haze of my first half life. Even if this is the last year I can accompany them. I was still happy to tears. But I forgot, I was long a person forgotten by happiness. Cold main door opened. Two people who I blocked wind and snow for a lifetime. Threw me into ice sky snow ground. High above gaze, is chill colder than this sky full wind and snow, "So like acting, I let you stay outside act enough." Before door closed, Mia's gaze stayed on my thin worn cotton coat for two seconds, "Brother, so cold weather, throwing her outside won't happen accident right?" "What accident can she have? Strong like a cow. You think everyone like our mom? Heart installed artificial heart, body full of burn scars, need careful nursing. Just her kind of black heart, freeze to death is deserve." Chapter 4 Main door closed before my eyes, cut off last trace of warmth. I leaned on steps at door. Exhaled breath one colder than one. Heavy artificial heart, like a disrepair old machine, beating slowly and dully. Slower and slower. Happy laughter inside room transmitted continuously through door. "Mom, tomorrow Christmas Eve, we take you out eat big meal count down." "Mom, this is imported cashmere coat I bought you, very warm, only mom so young stylish wear good looking." "Mom, later we never let you eat a bit bitter, we siblings will be filial to you forever." "Mom, we will earn lot lot money, let you become world happiest old lady." Wind and snow seemed bigger. So cold. Cold heart so painful so painful. I wrapped tight cotton coat worn many years, long clumped not like shape. Leaning in sky full flying snow, borrowing meager light leaking from room. Softly hummed song children liked gather around me sing most when small, "Stars in sky don't speak, doll on ground misses mom..." How much want accompany children finish this last New Year. Pity, seem can't wait. I hugged myself tight, heavily closed eyes. Don't know how long passed, main door behind suddenly opened. My stiff body fell in following momentum. Trance open eyes time, I saw two faces sweetly calling mom in dream enlarged, no smile, only thick disgust. Mason sneered, "I said, scourge leave thousand years. Person like her, how so easy freeze die." Mia supporting Sheila wearing big red cashmere coat, stepped over me without looking sideways, "We going out count down, you stay home clean up." I supported door panel climbed up, looking at my purple but no longer trembling hands, gently nodded, "Okay." Before turning leave, Mason subconsciously looked back once, hunched staggering back figure, head full of white hair. He frowned, like first time discovered. Clearly I only one year older than Sheila, why I aged so much? But he thought for long time, how also couldn't recall my former look. This hindsight unease, like an invisible needle stuck in heart, made him suddenly sting unbearable. He clenched fist, forced himself suppress that discomfort, but heard Mia somewhat hoarse voice, "Brother, today is Christmas Eve, how about we come back bring her some food?" Silent few seconds, Mason then stiffly nodded, "Whatever." He told himself. Unable to enjoy family happiness is I deserve. Become絕户 (end of line) no children send off, is I unkind unjust first. If one day, I can sincerely apologize, repent my mistake. He not cannot give me another chance, properly filial me second half life. He felt, my body good, unlike Sheila changed heart for him, entered fire for his sister. He confidently thought, still have very long very long future can wait my repentance. As if convinced himself, he raised smile, focused accompany Sheila finish big meal then watch fireworks show. And me at home, silently picked up cleaning tools, like countless times in past decades. Carefully cleaned every corner and nook. Then turned into kitchen. Two hours later, I finished wrapping one hundred dumplings. Half is son loves pork green onion. Half is daughter loves shrimp chive. Finished all this, I washed my face, combed hair. Walked out this home, walked into wind and snow. Finally I still didn't hold till hospital, after terminal lucidity scattered, I fell amidst passerby screams. And other side, accompanying Sheila finished watching fireworks show Mason finally impatiently answered my twelfth call. "Hazel Yang, are you done? I want accompany my mom count down, can you roll far away." Phone other end hesitated few seconds, then came a strange male voice. "Hello, here is General Hospital Cardiology Department, ask are you Ms. Hazel Yang's relative? Ms. Yang due to artificial heart rejection triggered acute heart failure already rescue invalid passed away, trouble you come claim body ASAP."
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