Love Grows Cold
Language: en
Ever since my little brother died of a high fever while my mother was busy keeping her precious college junior company, I started cutting her out of all our family photos. When my teacher called my dad, deeply concerned after hearing me say my mom was dead and that I wanted my desk mate's mom instead, my dad just paused. Then he agreed with me. "Yeah. She passed away a long time ago." At the school's family sports day, my dad saw me hand the janitor a ten-dollar bill, asking her to be my mom for the afternoon. He did not stop me. Instead, he quietly slipped the woman another two hundred…