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I cannot obtain answers; I only become increasingly withdrawn, increasingly transparent.

Why does Aunt Chen treat me like air every day, while Shen Xiaoxi always finds ways to bully me

Why did my mother have to leave me so early

My mother noticed my unhappiness, so she often took me to ballet classes, hoping to make me confident and beautiful. I know that my mother used to be a great dancer, and she looked stunning when she danced. I once flipped through my mother's photo album, where she appeared as a young woman before marriage, wearing a pure white dance dress, illuminated by the lights, making her look exceptionally beautiful, giving me the illusion that this person could not possibly be my mother

However, ever since my mother passed away, I have lost all interest in dancing. Although I managed to perform a dance that earned praise from my teacher with great difficulty under my mother's encouragement.

In the end, I could only cry while holding onto my mother's dance skirt and fell into a deep sleep.

How much longer must I endure such days? I have already tolerated enough; why do they continue to bully me in this manner?

After getting married, my mother and father gave up her dance career to stay at home and take care of me. She paid little attention to her figure and did not adorn or dress herself much, gradually becoming far removed from the dazzling figure she once was on stage.

However, these questions remain unanswered

Why does Dad allow Shen Xiaoxi and Aunt Chen to live in our home so openly

In my childhood, due to being born prematurely and being a picky eater, I was always very thin, with no flesh on my face, which made my face appear very long. My eye sockets were deeply set, making my eyes look frighteningly large, completely lacking the adorable appearance of other children.

I once stood by the window and asked the stars in the sky, why am I not as beautiful as my mother was when she was young? Why am I so unappealing?

Mother, please tell me, why is this world so unfair

Even my dreams are not spared by her

Therefore, her sending me to dance also carries a sense of reminiscing about her own past

Outside the window, the rain falls gently, and I touch my mother's only relic—the ballet dress she wore during her final performance. A wave of sorrow crashes over me.