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Slipping Through My Fingers

Tang Lin Chong sat on her chair looking out in the distance. She sipped her tea waiting for her friends to pick her up. She looked at a picture of her daughter, Vic and smiled a faint smile.

Imagine what I would have turned out to be if I would have been married to Fred still.

She remembered her mother dearly and she thought more about it. Her mother died two months ago and she missed her mother dearly.

-FLASHBACK TANG'S POV-

As me being a child I always wondered what my mother went through back in China. We lived in Taiwan together in a small apartment. My mother barely talked to me at all and she always sat at the window. She seemed depressed and all what she told me about her backstory was that she escaped China back when China and and Japan were in war. She told me that when the war ended they stayed in Taiwan. I asked her what she did before the war and that was when for the first time, I saw her cry.

-FLASHBACK ENDED-

-TANG'S MOTHER POV-

When I was young, I got married off to a man in China. He treated me bad since families were raised the Chinese way. We had a son which was a blessing. Although one night he treated me so bad to where he hurt me. He got so drunk some nights and came home to slam me in the face a fews times. But that one night left me a scar. I was traumatized and the next day when I was bathing my son. At this moment, I realized I lost everything. He took my youth, my heart and I couldn't take anything from him. Or so I thought.

I heard the faint splashes and then the splashes stopped. I looked down and realized what I had done. I screamed at the sight of it and embraced my baby. As I recall he was light as a feather because his little spirit flown away. My husband found out about it and was furious at me.

"WHY DID YOU KILL MY SON?!" He struck a punch to my face as I fell down.

"I-I..."

"ANSWER ME!"

He kicked me in the gut as hard as he could and little air left my lungs. I was mad, very mad. Why couldn't I talk? Why couldn't I yell at him? Something broke inside of me and then my eyes flashed back to my son.

"IT'S NOT ONLY MY FAULT, IT'S YOURS TOO! IF YOU WOULD NOT HAVE ABUSED ME LIKE YOU HAVE WE WOULD NEVER BE IN THIS MESS! JUST KNOW THAT THIS WILL ALL COME BACK TO BITE YOU! I HATE YOU. I DESPISE YOU. I SHOULD HAVE YELLED AT YOU YEARS AGO AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT TOO! YOU STOLE EVERYTHING FROM ME!" I took off the pearl necklace that he gave me and I slammed them on the ground and took a wooden block and slammed it on the necklace. The pearls were glass and those pearls almost stole my heart completely.

Later, I left him and then the Japanese and Chinese war started. I had two babies that I have recently gave birth too. Both were girls. I escaped just in time when Japanese soldiers invaded China. I pushed the two babies in a wheel barrel. Everyone around me was dirty and tired. My hands were cut open bleeding because of how hard and long I was grasping the wheel barrel hands.

"Oi. Oi, please. I'm sorry. Please stop crying." I myself  have been crying. I left my home only grabbing what I could.

Around this moment I was desperate and I was ill. I couldn't die in front of my babies. Nobody saves babies with such bad luck. Who wants two babies with ghost mother following them? Very bad luck. Very. I set my babies down by the big oak tree and took all the blankets I own to cover them to keep warm. I gave them all the luck and hope I had. I set all my valuable items that I possessed and placed them in a blanket. A picture of me, jewelry and a note. I left them with luck and I prayed that they will be taken care of. I looked at them one last time and I saw my reflection looking back at me. I cried as I hugged then both before turning away. I heard them cry when I walked off and that was the last time I saw them.