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"Michelle, I have missed you so much all these years... " A fat, short woman clung to my sleeve, and her face was streaked with tears and snot.
"Michelle, your mother and I have lived with guilt all these years. Please forgive us." The man beside her pretended to wipe away his tears.
I had always known the way back to my home.
It was only a ten-minute drive from my grandmother's home, where I was adopted.
But in all these years, my parents had never come to see me. Not even once.
When I was little, just old enough to understand the world, my grandmother told me that my parents had no other choice but to abandon me.
She asked me not to blame them.
That year, I went to "my home" for the first time.
I carried a few eggs my grandmother had saved up for me and made my way there.
The walk should have taken no more than half an hour, but I dragged it out to an hour.
I was too afraid that the eggs might crack in the bag.
My grandmother didn't have much money. Those eggs were the only thing of value she could give me.
"Michelle, when you visit your parents, you must be polite. Do you understand? You are the sweetest girl," my grandmother said, stroking my hair and holding me in her arms.
She was an old-fashioned woman and wished that I could still maintain a good relationship with my parents, although I was abandoned by them.
"Just think of them as distant relatives you visit occasionally," she said.
In her eyes, having more relatives was always better, which meant that I would have more people to rely on in a hard time."
When I finally reached the door of "my home," I hesitated.
Then I stood on tiptoes and knocked at the door.
The door opened, and my father stood there.
He glanced at me but said nothing.
My grandmother's words echoed in my mind.
"Dad..." I was the first to speak.
"Come in," he said flatly, and he sounded emotionless.
I followed him cautiously into the room.
He looked down at my mud-streaked canvas shoes and said, "Take off your shoes before stepping inside."