Minutes encoffining mother-in-law, her daughter discovered she

I took them as foster parents. I am grateful to her because after the hand-over of how much the family, grandparents but don't love me like blood, but who allows me to stay home they long for. I had the strenuous aridity and childhood miserable.

Remember the first day the company calls do after graduating college economics, moments of wearing uniforms, I am very touched. It is the biggest dream of my life, wanting to escape the life not descended and appearances on the sheath of a normal human.

And the life was for me more than that. And then I also love and get married. My husband is the only son in the family. My husband's father had died many years ago. Now my husband and my husband's mother.

Home my husband is also poor, anchor person should probably therefore, do not take too much time to her husband's mother agreed, "admitted" a child bride of unknown origin is.

The mother is? do I suffer so.

Despite getting married and have a private life like how people, much of the night, I'm still not calming paying in and wondered who his parents are, somewhere, alive or dead?. By who ever adopted, they tell a lot of things different about my parents. Some say dad, my mother died of the same traffic accident. There are people there, I miss my mother and then I throw away the birth village to lightly go step further debt.

Actually, in the past, these were adopted at those beaten and trampled when out earning a living, I really hate native dad to the bone marrow. I hate to write the word "brood" onto the ground and then take the foot rub. But at other times, when the loneliness and despair, do not understand how I remember eagerly longing they cover. From there I am allergic to all family reunion scenes.

From getting married, husband and wife live with mother-in-law. My mother-in-law looking outside is pretty gentle people. Between us almost no contradictions. But perhaps because both me and my husband are both inner mother, do not wish to share should remain about how after 3 years I made strawberry.

Thus in deep down I would love her and treat her as my mother. To me, she was the quiet but loving husband immeasurable. And I, an orphaned girl is she received such happy and lucky.

But living with the mother of my husband was right, then 3 years 47 days ago, my husband's mother died suddenly. At first, I was so distressed when she put my spouse left to go quietly in the night. But after learning the secrets buried her, I hate her and want her back, why not die sooner? Why don't you go right from when I was just about to do the bride to me soon to know this secret.

I know the secret of mother-in-law by her encoffining, minutes before listening to my husband, I have to go clean up personal items to put in the coffin for her to carry. And in the shirt she enjoyed wearing this jacket in the bag, there is a small book. When reading it, my eyes go blurry because of the things she revealed in it. In particular, she meant to leave the secret for my own.

She tells that her long illness, but hide my spouse for fear of losing money running expensive cures that still burn failure not boiling. No wonder I've ever seen her drink ever vốc analgesics that she lied is vitamins. And what is more, bitch, she insisted, I was the girl that years old she was born rush, and then throw away all in front of a village clinic on Hanoi.

She also tells of the day when I was born the first child, after visiting me in the operating room, accidentally look at less behind me, she realized I was being neglected her daughter from small. But then, she knows that I still can't see my apathy.

How to try on in, when you chat, I have cried in front of her when the old days of suffering are not his parents. The time, she just re the face but still no ice cold express many emotions. 3 years do I carry water pouring rice Strawberry served her, so that she knew I was having these aggressor contingency. She even cold more after knowing I was the daughter of Mrs. Recall those days, I hatred her.

I bitterly thought, animals also know and take the child, then her left hand straight throw me from the inside out the life rife Wednesday felling dresses. The old year she missed the wild at too young, born out in a hurry. Then she throw away I don't know I live to die, how to hide mistakes, redo her own life.

I hate her why don't you die earlier is so. Or if not, she must live in order to continue to be punished and tormented me. The "mother"? Who is thrown away and appeared in my life in a way that could not be waged little value? I also wish she did not die of diseases that let me do it. I want you to pay for all the bitter torments that I endured for nearly 30 years.

She is an irresponsible woman until at death. She died leaving this solar activity secret for my keep. She also reveals in the book that when taking my husband, she claims no longer potentially have children anymore. And my husband was the adoption be grandparents please about from the orphanage when he was hỏn red. We, my husband and I don't know the secret.

Minutes for mother-in-law day encoffining is finished, because one knows what surprise lurking on made me collapse. I hate her life has thrown away, when I die, I know I'm not crave recognition. She is a true woman lies to capitalize when blindly down the hand that.

In my heart, I already know how to hug the face crying because she hated.

To date, she has also just leave this world was on 47. Though, I still finished the exceptional role of the incense lamp replacement daughter worship for her super speed. But in my heart, I already know how to hug the face crying because she hated.

In particular, I also sighs and exhausting when people loath to continue keeping this secret instead of her throughout the rest of his life. By as she inspired in the other book: "when you read the secrets to this, my mother please, Let's burn this log book and let all the secrets into oblivion. There's a new baby so happy. "

My husband saw me deteriorate, suffering so much, I thought I must love her very much. Do you know about what I'm carrying. Her book, I was burning. I also didn't mean to my husband I know. But I fear one day he discovered this secret? Or when we do not, I will probably tell you that crazy. At the time, my husband is there shocked as I?=