Scumbag Dad, I'm Tired of Youchapter 1
My dad had been in a good mood, he would smile when he was alone.
I was curious and asked my mom what happened to him.
My mom said casually, "Maybe he won the lottery."
I found out that my dad indeed won something, he got a son.
His mistress gave birth to him.
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Realizing that something was wrong with my dad was not a coincidence.
One day, I was walking downstairs in the neighborhood.
Suddenly, a woman pushing a baby stroller came over and asked if I could help her take a photo with her baby.
The woman was wearing a plain dress, her hair was shoulder-length and loose, and she looked gentle, so I agreed.
She picked up the baby and smiled brightly at me.
I gave her the phone back. She flipped through the photos, saying thank you while looking at me and the baby.
"Girl, you are so beautiful. Do you think my son looks like you?"
I couldn't tell whether she was complimenting me or had some other meaning.
Comparing me to a few-month-old baby?
Baffling.
I chuckled awkwardly and was about to leave.
Suddenly, the woman took out a bouquet from the basket under the stroller and handed it to me. "I just bought these flowers, and I'm giving them to you."