Maybo
Key Member
- Joined
- Feb 23, 2017
- Member Type
- Student or Learner
- Native Language
- Chinese
- Home Country
- Hong Kong
- Current Location
- Hong Kong
This is an entry from my diary. Please check it and correct any mistakes.
My mum used to joke that I wasn't her child and I was picked up from the dumping ground or on the street. Sometimes, she even told me that maybe I was mixed up with the other babies born in the same hospital, and her real child might be suffering. At first, I would try to convince her by pointing out the similar facial features we shared. However, later on, I found out that she just liked to make fun of me, and that was her family tradition. She said when my uncle was a child, they did the same thing to him. My uncle was shocked and then he started to pack his little bag and got ready to leave this home.
My mum used to joke that I wasn't her child and I was picked up from the dumping ground or on the street. Sometimes, she even told me that maybe I was mixed up with the other babies born in the same hospital, and her real child might be suffering. At first, I would try to convince her by pointing out the similar facial features we shared. However, later on, I found out that she just liked to make fun of me, and that was her family tradition. She said when my uncle was a child, they did the same thing to him. My uncle was shocked and then he started to pack his little bag and got ready to leave this home.
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