Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 59 Tracy [Extra] Wonderland without Alice

Chapter 59 Tracy [Extra] Wonderland without Alice (1)

My name is Tracy Reznick.

They all called me a mechanical genius, and my father admired my talent very much.

My father has been by my side for as long as I can remember, and my mother, was an accomplished circus performer.

She loves circus performances, and she often forgets me because of circus things. She always goes to the circus to participate in performances every day.

I think.

she does not love me.

Children of the same age are accompanied by mothers and fathers, but I am not. The adults all say that I am a genius, even without the care of my mother.

I still stand out among the kids my age.

So, I was excluded.

Those children said that I was a child whose mother didn't love me, that I was full of talent but lacked mother's love.

I am silent, I want to refute, but I find that I have no reason to refute.

My mother, is not loving me.

I'm also really talented.

My father likes to teach me some knowledge about machinery. Since I was interested in machinery since I was a child, I like these assembly and disassembly even more.

I know.

My father, he loves me very much.

When he was sitting, he liked to put my little me on his lap, put one arm around my body to keep me from falling, and then show me his invention with the other hand.

Father, in my eyes, was a great mechanic, and Tracy was going to be as great a mechanic as he was.

The seed was planted in my heart.

He likes to do something that I like.

For example, a robot that is soft like a toy, I can hug it to sleep every night.

For example, a locator that can make it easier for me to find what I want to find, and I can find what I want to find accurately.

I thought it was enough for me to have my father's love, but those kids always liked to grab my mother.

Beat my self-esteem to pieces.

I still remember that day, my father had an invention meeting to attend, and he specially asked my mother to pick me up from school.

I thought I could get along or chat with my mother, so I prepared a small gift, a clock I made myself.

The clock is rough, but it took me nearly a month to make it, and I was going to give it to my mother as a Christmas present.

However, I have never seen her shadow. When I was young, I realized the loneliness without a mother.

It rained heavily that day.

I stood anxiously under the eaves of the school waiting for my mother to arrive. The other children were all picked up, and the teachers also disappeared one after another.

The whole school is like an empty city.

I am left alone.

And the ticking of the rain.

Maybe it's because winter is here, and the wind is very strong, which makes me a little cold.

I hid the clock in my pocket, my face was flushed with cold.

The fingers are already a little stiff.

I tried my best to look outside the school. Because of the rain, there were few people walking on the street.

The shops on the street were all lit up with orange lights, and the warm fireplace made the space more comfortable, and the children happily reunited with their parents.

I think.

She will not come.

I huddled in a corner, trying to keep myself warm.

Oh, I must be in a mess right now.

Just like the little match girl in the fairy tale.

What happened to her in the end?
Oh, it's dead.

Frozen to death on the day before the New Year that everyone celebrated, the harmonious atmosphere seemed too pale.

I think here.

The eyes are blurry.

I cried again.

"Xiao Te, Xiao Te."

Suddenly someone called my name very anxiously.

I heard a familiar voice, and answered very aggrieved.

"Father, I'm here." There was a cry in my tone, it was my father, and my father came to pick me up.

The father at this moment is like salvation to me.

It is the last straw for the drowning man.

My father heard my voice and approached me. I was too frozen to move.

He held me carefully in his arms and comforted me softly, "Xiao Te, don't be afraid, father is here."

I was greedy for my father's temperature, I was too cold.

No one understood what it was like for me to wait, the feeling of desperation and bewilderment added to me.

The legs cannot be bent, and the feeling of being tortured by the cold.

The last line of defense in my heart was broken.

"Something happened to your mother in the circus, so I can't come to pick you up, Xiaote, don't blame your mother."

My father's words didn't let me get rid of my resentment towards my mother, so I took out the clock in my pocket tremblingly.

It fell hard on the ground, dense cracks appeared on the glass of the clock, and the accumulated water on the ground soaked into the clock, and the hour and second hands that had been running all along also stopped.

My mother, who loves the circus, does not love me. The circus is several times more important than me.

"Xiao Te?" My father looked at me in amazement. I usually treat machines like treasures, but now I smashed them into pieces.

"Hands are shaking." I lied in a weak voice. After I finished speaking, my eyes went dark and I passed out in a warm embrace.

 I like Qiu Ji more and more.
  Love them so much!I crack them up!
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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