Mom always loved to blame me for trusting her too much. She promised me $500 if I got Straight As. But when I went to her with my report card, she said: "I was just joking, who told you to believe me?" She swore to me that if I jumped from the high bleachers, she would definitely catch me. But the moment I jumped, she dodged immediately, letting me smash onto the ground and break my leg. In exchange, she just said lightly, "Told you not to trust others' words casually. It's been so many times, why don't you learn?" I stared blankly as she steadily caught my sister who jumped from the bleachers, realizing that I was the only one participating in this trust test. But the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" doesn't work after too many times. Mom, as you wish, I will never trust you again. Chapter 1 "Lemon is so great! Daring to jump from such a high place. But don't learn from your sister in the future, it's dangerous." My mom hugged Lemon tightly. Although her face was full of smiles, her eyes held lingering fear. Afraid that my sister would fall from such a height and get hurt. But for me, she could withdraw her hand so decisively, watching me smash onto the ground without saying a word. I clutched my broken leg, cold sweat on my forehead, unable to say a word from the pain. The laughter of their family of three drowned out my painful groans. I don't know how long passed, my sister Lemon noticed me still lying on the ground, broke free from Mom's embrace, and walked to me. The sarcasm in her words overflowed. "Sister, Mom told you so many times not to trust her. It's been so many times, why don't you learn!" "In the end, you deserve it!" Hearing this, I froze. Yeah, Mom has lied to me so many times, why don't I learn? I can't even count which time she lied to me this is. When I was five, she said she lost a very important necklace, begging me with red eyes to find it. I searched from 5 AM to midnight. When I picked up the necklace, Mom just said lightly: "Not a very important thing, was it necessary?" After speaking, she laughed at me with Dad and my sister. "Look, how can there be such a stupid person. I was just tricking her, didn't expect she really believed it." After laughing enough, she looked at me coldly, "Go wash the dishes, this is my punishment for you. Who told you to trust me so much!" "You are so stupid, you will suffer big losses sooner or later!" I stood there tearfully, at a loss. That was the first lesson she taught me. Chapter 2 Since that day, she seemed to have found the fun of teasing me. Testing my trust in her from time to time. She even tricked me, saying the neighbor grandma stole her shoes. She pointed at the shoes at the neighbor grandma's house and asked me to grab them back. With past lessons, I was alert, but Mom said, "I won't lie to you, trust Mom." I believed her and grabbed the shoes back. What I got was a beating from the neighbor grandma. She whipped me with a long thin stick, cursing while hitting. "So young and already a thief! If your parents don't educate you, I'll discipline you for them!" I cried and banged on the door, but Mom hid inside without making a sound. From that day on, I became the uneducated thief in the community. Peers didn't want to play with me. Everyone who saw me would mock, "She's a thief, don't play with her, even stealing a 70-year-old grandma's shoes! Shameless!" I defended with a red face, "I am not a thief." Attracting more ridicule. I went home aggrieved and asked Mom, "Clearly the grandma's shoes weren't yours, why did you lie to me they were?" "Can you help me explain I'm not a thief?" Mom pushed me away coldly, "Is this my problem? Who told you to trust me so much!" The title of thief crowned me for more than ten years. My heart throbbed with pain. I couldn't help asking myself, why after so many times, I still don't learn. My sister stared at my bruised foot, suddenly kicked it. The pain made me scream. My sister covered her mouth and chuckled seeing me like this. "Sister, you are faking it, right? But you fake it quite well. Your leg doesn't look broken." Deep disgust appeared in Mom's eyes, she urged me. "Stand up quickly. People are around, aren't you ashamed lying here?" I pursed my dry lips, red-eyed, spitting out pleading words with difficulty. "Mom, my leg is really broken, it really hurts. Can you take me to the hospital?" Before Mom could speak, Dad interrupted impatiently. "Enough, how high is the platform? Can this break your leg? Is there a limit to your acting?" "Your mom and I hate you playing pitiful for sympathy the most, you know? Your sister jumped down fine, why is it only you who have problems!" My heart stagnated suddenly, unable to control my tears anymore, explaining chokingly. "Dad, I'm not faking, my leg is really broken." Dad sneered, face full of disbelief. Mom was even less likely to believe. After looking at my leg again and again, she came to a conclusion. "Clementine, are you trying to imitate me, testing our trust in you?" Mom didn't think much and confirmed her thought, disgust towards me even worse. "But Clementine, Mom won't be as stupid as you. Mom won't believe your little tricks." Paused, her face became serious. "I give you one minute now. Stand up and go home with us. If you still pretend, don't come home tonight!" Her words were cold and heartless. All my words trying to make her believe were blocked at my lips, teardrops falling desperately. Before one minute was up, Mom and Dad were already holding my sister's hand, warning her. "Don't lie like your sister in the future, okay? Liars will end up miserably." My sister nodded, snuggling on Dad's shoulder, looking at me lying on the ground, she stuck out her tongue maliciously at me. Chapter 3 In the cold snow, I tried to move my body, but the pain in my calf became more intense. Don't know how long passed, finally a kind person found me and sent me to the hospital. The doctor couldn't stop rejoicing, "Luckily came early. If a bit later, her leg would have to be amputated!" The warm-hearted auntie touched my head comfortingly and sent me into the operating room. For a whole week, my parents didn't look for me. The warm-hearted Ms. Sarah stayed by my bed the whole time. During this period, I used her phone to contact Mom, but got Mom's angry rebuke. She shouted loudly on the other end, "Why are you still lying! For that height, do you need hospitalization?" "If you trick me again, die outside and don't come back!" "I won't believe lies like yours that can't stand!" Ms. Sarah looked at me in surprise hearing this. My face was red, curling my fingers awkwardly, avoiding Ms. Sarah's eyes, then whispering and choking to explain. "Mom, I'm really hospitalized, can you come pay..." Before I finished, Mom interrupted impatiently. "Enough, I have to take your sister to tutoring. So what if you are hospitalized? Come back yourself, make dinner later, we are waiting to eat!" I swallowed sour water. Before I could say more, the phone was hung up. For a moment, I was ashamed, embarrassment torn on the surface. Ms. Sarah stepped forward to wipe away the tears about to fall from the corner of my eyes with pity, patted my shoulder, tone gentle. "It's okay, Ms. Sarah is here." Hearing this, I was stunned for a long time. When I came back to my senses, my face was covered with tears. I threw myself into Ms. Sarah's arms and cried loudly. I stayed in the hospital for almost two months before going home, but my parents didn't look for me once. Even the medical bills were advanced by Ms. Sarah. I asked for her phone number, planning to take the surgery bill to Mom for money to pay back Ms. Sarah. Result, just entering the door, Mom slapped my face. My face swelled half up instantly. I grimaced in pain, limping back a step. Mom's scolding sounded in my ears. "Clementine! Is your heart wild? Not coming home for so long, I really thought you died outside!" "What are you back for now? Get out! Our house doesn't welcome you!" The passing neighbor Mrs. Higgins noticed the commotion at my door, snorted contemptuously, and slammed her door shut. I pinched my fingers, voice trembling. "Mom, I was really sick. My leg broke that day, someone sent me to the hospital." I hurriedly took out the payment slip and medical record from my pocket to prove my innocence. Mom snatched them, looked carefully for a long time, then speculated maliciously. "Do you think I will believe it?" "I think you didn't break your leg, but went to the hospital for an abortion, right?" With that, she crumpled the medical record and threw it in my face. I stepped back in disbelief, not knowing why Mom would say that about me. Her mouth didn't stop, "Does a broken leg need to stay in the hospital for so long?" "Tell me the truth, did you sleep with those punks outside, pregnant with their child and dare not come back?" I bit my cheeks hard to explain for myself. "No Mom, I really broke my leg that day!" Mom didn't believe it. Regardless of being outside the door, she started tearing my clothes directly, wanting to prove I was still innocent (virgin). Chapter 4 I resisted slightly, Mom slapped me. Until I was hanging with a few thin pieces of fabric, Mom stopped, glanced at me, and pushed the responsibility onto me. "Then say it earlier. Come in, don't embarrass yourself outside." "You already carry the title of a thief. Do you want to carry the name of a slut? Our family can't afford to lose this face!" My heart felt like a big hole was torn open, howling cold wind pouring in madly, freezing me almost numb. Mom pulled me into the house. Seeing me crying, she couldn't help scolding. "Cry cry cry! Who are you crying for during New Year's!" "Clean up your sloppy look quickly, have to go to Grandma's for Christmas tomorrow morning!" But my tears fell uncontrollably. Mom was annoyed, slapped my face again. Seeming not relieved, she pinched my arm hard before feeling comfortable. I held my clothes like a soulless puppet walking into the room. Outside, not long after, with Dad and sister coming back, it became lively. I hid in the room alone, out of place with everything outside. Through the crack of the door, I was a clown peeping at happiness. Early next morning, when I woke up, they had already gone to Grandma's. Mom sent a message. [Come over early if up, don't let people see our joke.] I clenched the phone, took a taxi. When I arrived at Grandma's, it was already eleven. Mom saw me, pulled me to the corner and scolded. "Why come now! Are you deliberately going against me!" Before I spoke, Mom slapped my head. Instantly, my head started buzzing. I could only see Mom cursing, but couldn't hear what she was saying. Until mealtime, Mom's shouting stopped, granting me permission to eat. I breathed a sigh of relief. After eating quietly, it was time for Grandma to give red envelopes every year. Mom hurriedly went to take over my red envelope, but Grandma turned a corner and stuffed the red envelope into my hand, touching my head lovingly. "This is for my Clementine, not for outsiders to snatch." I pinched the red envelope, looking at Grandma with red eyes. This envelope was thicker than others. Mom's face turned green and red instantly, finding an excuse for herself. "Sigh, I was just keeping it for her." Grandma ignored her, turned to give red envelopes to others. Mom glared at me viciously and didn't speak again. But as soon as we got home, she wanted to imitate the previous method, coaxing me softly. "Clementine, Mom keep your red envelope for you okay? Save it for next year's pocket money." I pinched the envelope without moving. Sister actively handed her envelope to Mom. She blinked proudly, setting an example first. I did this countless times. Before, Mom always thought it was taken for granted, but it was different in sister's hands. A smile appeared on Mom's face, praising sister unstintingly. "Still Lemon is obedient!" After speaking, she reached out to me urging, "Hurry up, bring your envelope over. Are you distrusting Mom?" "But Clementine, you know Mom never lies to you." I stepped back alertly, annoying Mom. Her voice added a bit of gnashing teeth meaning. "Bring it over!" I still didn't move. To claim credit, sister started snatching directly. Failing to snatch, she bit my hand. I was in pain, hand loosened involuntarily. My envelope instantly went to Mom's hand. I wanted to snatch back, but Mom grabbed my hair directly, dragging me all the way to the door, warning me. "Asked you to hand over just now you didn't! Must make us discipline you?" "I am your Mom! Would I trick you about things I promised?" "Stand outside and repent properly!" Bang, door slammed. She won't trick me, then who tricked me? I looked at the spot helplessly, hot tears falling. The medical fee to pay back Ms. Sarah is gone just like that. I took out my phone trembling, calling Ms. Sarah, voice carrying aggrieved crying tone. Ms. Sarah's gentle voice sounded, "Clementine?" I couldn't suppress the emotions in my heart anymore and cried out, asking while crying. "Ms. Sarah, you said before if I can't pay medical bills, I give myself to you to pay debt. Does this still count?" Mom just opened the door to urge me to throw trash, but her hand handing trash froze suddenly upon hearing this.
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