Why it never ends

Chapter 320 Part [-]: "The Autobiography of Ava Morgan" Preface

Ever since I turned 60, many voices have been urging me to write an autobiography. I loathe the proposal. Too many autobiographies in the world are filled with fake narcissism and self-pity. The ups and downs of a personal life should always be kept private, so every Once I chose to refuse.

Until my old friend Anna found me suddenly, and she gave me a reason that I couldn't refuse: your life is not just your own life, if you are willing to write it down, later people will definitely find something that can help them. used things.

So I started writing. Although I was recuperating most of the time during these days, writing was not difficult for me. Before I transferred to the core city for surgery, I handed over the first draft to the editor. After reading it, she asked me, Why are only your stories from 4614 to 4630 recorded here?
I answer: Because my whole life started after retiring from AHgAs, the fighting stories of Mercury needles will always be the same, you will not be interested.

The editor asked again, who are the five ladies you thanked on the title page?If it is convenient to disclose, we hope to make notes under their names.

I asked her to guess, and she guessed many answers, my comrades, my friends, my teachers, my students... Unfortunately, none of them.

They are my maternal relatives.

Janice Garvey is my mother, Marrowen is my grandmother, and Adeline is my grandmother's mother... So going back up, Simon Aber is the oldest elder I can find.

I could understand why the young lady couldn't get the answer right, since each of them had a different surname—the surname of their husband.Although our blood is so close, when our names are put together, no one can recognize that we are family.

A woman's life of being displaced happens to be a whole part of the disintegrated history of women.

The editor was a little sad when she heard it. She hoped that I would write their stories more or less. I just owed a preface, so I will tell my grandmother in this preface: Marrowen Klelisa.

Ms. Malowin was born in the Blanc Plain in the north of the [-]th district, where the water and grass are abundant and the folk customs are fierce.Shortly after her birth, she was sent up by her father to relatives in another town, and her mother, Adeline Virginia Kukaski, walked thirty miles barefoot to bring her back. Family.

Ms. Malowin was born with a lot of martial arts. When she was nine years old, a widower next door dragged her into a straw stack to insult her. She raised a scythe and cut off half of the widower's brain; when she was 12, her father died. One month later, the family members wanted to divide their land, so she asked her younger sister to dig out her father's half-decomposed body from the ground, and dragged it back to the town with a bullock cart. Knocked on the doors of those people, asking whether their consciences were eaten by dogs.

At the age of 14, someone in the town gave her a betrothal with a sheep. She was unwilling, so the people in the town framed her, saying that she had got the betrothal money, and forced her mother to pay 24 lambs. The next year, her mother died of exhaustion. From then on, Ms. Marrowan became the backbone of the family, taking care of the daily necessities of the two younger sisters.

At the age of 17, Ms. Marowan suddenly became famous and started smuggling arms-I asked her many times how this deadly business started, but she never wanted to tell me.She worked this dangerous job for a total of ten months, before things got worse, she took her two younger sisters and ran away with money.

After that, she worked as a midwife, as a dairy worker, and as an accountant in a pawn shop... At the age of 19, she married her first husband, and before she married him, she knew the relationship between them There is no emotion, but Ms. Malowin knows better that there are no men in the wasteland, because here, a rotting male corpse is better than four living women.

Her greatest luck was that she hid her money well, so when she was knocked out by her first husband, she got a divorce.

Her second husband was a shoemaker. This marriage lasted for three years. According to Ms. Malowin, this was the happiest and happiest time in her life. But the good times didn't last long, and the shoemaker died of lung fatigue.

Immediately afterwards, she married her third husband and gave birth to my mother.Her third husband was a failed farmer who also secretly sold some illegal drugs. Ms. Marowan had never done this kind of thing, but she was always familiar with smugglers, so she quickly took over her husband's underground business , relying on her husband's family, no one dared to trouble her again.

Therefore, when I was born, our family was already well-known and well-off.

I grew up under the doting of Ms. Marrowan. I was her most beloved child. She loved me even more than her daughter. She always took me by her side. Whenever she talked about her Grandchildren, she would proudly pat me on the shoulder and say, look at this child, she is me back then.

That was also the happiest time in my life.During that time, I thought that if I worked hard enough, maybe I could become someone like Ms. Marrowen in the future.

Then I started school.Things in school are too simple, I always skip class.I was a savage, but I got good grades, and the teachers couldn't do anything about me. This kind of free life lasted until my younger brother Barr also started to go to school.In the first week of school, he followed suit, and then I saw Ms. Malowin's anger.

She hit him with her hands and broke three thorns thick as thumbs, just because Baal had skipped class all afternoon.

When I was teaching him, I heard Ms. Marrowing say: If you skipped school at a young age, what can you expect from you when you grow up?
I was standing upstairs watching, shocked - because she had never asked me such a question.

I told her that I skipped class and even provoked the teacher, so she knew it, and every time I told her about it, she always giggled, I don't understand why the same thing happened to my brother and it changed completely look.

I asked her why, and she took me in her arms and told me, "Barr's situation is different from yours. He's a boy and he needs to know some rules."

"Don't I need to know?"

"Of course you also need to know, but the rules you need to understand are different... When you get older, you will understand."

Later, I learned the real answer from my father: Baal, my younger brother, will be the ultimate heir of the family, and the family has high hopes for him.As for me, as Ms. Malowin's favorite child, I will never be treated badly - when I grow up, the family will prepare a very rich dowry for me, rich enough to make my husband feel stunned, so , my husband and the family behind him will never dare to despise me in the slightest.

For the first time I felt like I was going through a huge deception and I hated them all for it.No matter how they treated me, I never got close to them.

When I was 11 years old, Ms. Marrowan fell down the stairs and fell ill. Six months later, she entered the dying state, and my mother took care of her day and night.

One night I heard Ms. Malowin crying, she was crying so hard, it broke my heart, so I ran to her room and heard her talking to my mother.Ms. Malowin was very conscious that night. She told my mother about all the regrets in her life. Half of my life's business seems to be because of this shrewdness, and she will never have the chance to get the happiness that belongs to an ordinary woman.The only thing that comforts her, amidst all the trouble, is that her children—like my mother, like me—are not having to work as hard as she does.As for herself, she accepted her fate.

I listened to all this outside the door, with tears streaming down my face. I never knew that Ms. Marrowen saw herself in this way. In my mind, she was so brave, so resolute, not only had a vision far beyond ordinary people, Moreover, she is born smart, and she will always be able to handle every dangerous thing with ease... Why do all these advantages seem to her to be the most insignificant little things.I don't know who put these painful thoughts into her mind and made her hate her wonderful fate.

Not long after that, chelation disease came to the town where I lived, and it killed everyone, rich and poor, and turned every corner into a living hell, and all land, property, and houses were turned into Ashes, there is nothing to inherit... All these past events have become my own memories.Now that I'm at Ms. Marlowin's age, I'm beginning to understand the horrors she faced at the end of her life. If I could have understood why this happened earlier, maybe I should have stood with her, or at least Her admiration and attachment told her because I knew she loved me, and even though my hatred for her stemmed from that love, I still knew she loved me more than anyone else.

Ms. Marrowing has done her best, she has done all she can, and I set off in resentment towards her, the same thing seems to be going on...but instead I feel a burst of genuine joy at it , Through this similar fate, I see an invisible bond that connects us firmly, and no one can break it.

No generation can rest.Later generations, I also bless you, maybe when there are no more bloody villages in this world, our souls will gather under the same sky.

(End of this chapter)