Chapter 35

Life in the big city is busy and exciting. After living in this international metropolis for nearly ten years, my mother and I left here and lived in seclusion in some small cities in the west.

After all, we have begun to need to conceal our age. We will not stay in one place for more than three to five years, and living with a fake identity will obviously bring a lot of inconvenience to our lives.

So after everything was ready, I took my mother to Southeast Asia, where we would obtain new identities and then return home through immigration.

We were not in a hurry to return home while in Southeast Asia, so we just treated it as a trip.

More than three years later, when we were preparing to start immigrating, my mother became pregnant.

It is normal for mom to get pregnant. Sometimes I can make mom pregnant for several months in a row, but I will use my ability to make mom’s body absorb the embryo.

In fact, I can make myself infertile. I did this before to prevent my mother from getting pregnant.

But there is no need for that now. If having sex with my mother cannot make her pregnant, I will feel that it will lose a lot of fun. Besides, when my mother is pregnant, her body will secrete progesterone, which is my favorite source of milk. How can I bear to give it up?

After my mother became pregnant this time, I didn’t take it seriously and planned to solve the problem while doing “maintenance” for her as usual.

I just didn’t expect that my ability would fail this time. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t get the mother’s body to absorb the embryo. It seemed that the mother’s body was protecting the embryo and preventing my ability from taking effect.

I tried many times, but it didn’t work. Seeing my mother’s belly getting bigger day by day, I had no choice but to seek medical solutions.

But my mother disagreed this time, she felt that this child was destined for her, and she wanted to give birth to this child. I tried my best to persuade my mother, and finally she agreed.

That day, I took my mother to have an abortion. In the hospital, my mother asked me to buy some things for her. When I came back, I found that my mother was gone.

After searching for my mother for a whole day and night, I was going crazy.

I felt extremely remorseful and mobilized all my resources to look for my mother, but she seemed to be deliberately avoiding me. I tried my best but couldn’t find any news about her.

After a month, I gave up and went back to our apartment, quietly waiting for my mother. Since my mother wanted to give birth to this child, she would come back on her own in six months.

I placed my hopes on time, but time responded to me cruelly.

Six months passed and my mother didn’t come back.

Seven months later, my mother still hadn’t come back.

Eight months ... nine months ... I was going crazy. I left home again and looked everywhere for news about my mother. However, neither I nor my family had any news about her.

After looking for my mother outside for more than a year, I returned to the apartment again. I was really desperate.

Is this God’s punishment for me? What crime did I commit? Alcohol, marijuana, gambling ... I lived in a daze for five or six years until I spent all my savings. I slept on the streets, living a wandering life in a dreamlike state.

The tropical showers come and go as they please. I sit on the street in the rain, smiling at the panicked people.

Suddenly, someone blocked my view. I was so impatient and was about to spit at it, but a flash of light in front of my eyes made me swallow my saliva.

I took the umbrella she handed me and looked at her infatuatedly. The memories and emotions corroded by alcohol and marijuana were purified at that moment.

“Mother--!”

I got up and chased after her, but I was still a step too late. She had already got into a taxi and drove away.

“Mom, mom, mom-”

I ran after the car, but my long period of decadent life had already drained my body. After running a few steps, I couldn’t breathe and fell heavily to the ground.

“Why doesn’t my mother recognize me...”

I lay on the wet ground, crying heartbrokenly.

From then on, a man holding an umbrella appeared on this street corner. No matter day or night, rainy or sunny, he would stay there. When he was hungry, he would pick up food from the trash can. When he was thirsty, he would drink tap water. When he was tired, he would find a newspaper to sit on. When he was sleepy, he would roll up in a blanket and sleep on the bench.

People don’t know who he is or what his name is. They just see him dressing neatly and cleanly every day, but they don’t know why.

After waiting for who knows how many days, the light finally appeared in my eyes again.

It was late at night, I couldn’t sleep, and sat on a bench, staring at the empty street.

After a while, a drunk couple came over to the side of the road. I was used to it and was about to lie back down in my chair.

“Wait--she is--”

The woman in the man’s arms was wearing a black dress and had heavy makeup on her face. She looked like a hostess or something like that.

“Mother!”

I can’t be mistaken, the hostess being hugged by a man is my mother.

“Sir, I called a taxi for you...”

“Why call a car? Come and get a room with me ... Tell me how much you want per night...”

As the drunk man said this, he hugged my mother and wanted to kiss her.

“Sir, please don’t do this...”

Although my mother resisted, as a hostess she couldn’t offend the customers too much.

Seeing the man touching my mother’s body, I was furious and walked over with my fists clenched.

“Miss, let me help him.”

Although I was furious, I didn’t want to implicate my mother.

I pulled the man away from my mother and handcuffed him tightly so that he couldn’t move.

“Ah, the car is coming.”

I put the man in the car, and my mother handed the driver some bills and asked him to take him home.

“Thank you, Martin!”

Mom said to me.

「Martin？」

After a brief chat, it turned out that my mother and the others all knew me, the weirdo on the street, and they called me Martin.

Only then did I realize that my mother worked in a nightclub not far from here.

If only I hadn’t been so depraved, if I had insisted on doing so from the beginning ... But it doesn’t matter now.

A few months later, a doctor moved in across the street from my mother’s apartment. That day, I knocked on my mother’s door, walked into the apartment, and saw her daughter, Karen.

After getting familiar with my mother, I also invited her to my house. There were many mementos of my mother and me in my room, but she didn’t react at all.

My mother really didn’t remember me at all. What happened to her? What was going on? I really couldn’t figure it out, but since my mother was by my side, I started pursuing her without hesitation.

A little over a year later, my mom and I got married, and we moved in together and started a family.

My mother no longer has to work as a hostess, and my income is enough to support both of them.

Maybe she felt that she was marrying with a child, so she kept asking me if I wanted to give birth to a child for her.

I told her that I would treat Karen as our own child, and she was very touched.

In her memory, Karen was conceived by accident. It seems that her mother’s memory was tampered with by someone. Who did it? Why? I still can’t figure it out. I can only hope to make a friend with psychic abilities in the future and ask him to help me. But I also know that this is undoubtedly lower than the chance of winning the first prize in the lottery.

The days passed one by one, and before she knew it, Karen was already twelve years old.

Just like in the past, my mother and I live happily every day, just with new identities.

One night, before I fell asleep, my mother turned around and threw herself into my arms, saying to me in a sweet voice, “Hubby, the child should be asleep, let’s...”

I knew that my mother wanted it, so I became intimate with her. When we were about to make love on the bed, Karen suddenly opened the door and walked in.