The widow came out of the operating room.

The doctor shook his head; there was nothing that could be done.

The cancer cells have spread and there is no cure.

This was the inevitable ending.

In the afternoon, the widow woke up and the first thing she did was look around. She probably didn't see A-Qiang and became a little agitated.

However, she always felt ashamed of having a mentally ill son and never uttered a word about searching for him.

The human heart is inherently a complex and contradictory entity.

They were both disgusted by it and reluctant to part with it.

Finally, the widow seemed to resign herself to her fate and lay on her sickbed waiting to die.

She has no choice but to die.

Tang Yaoyao knew her fate all along; she wouldn't live past today.

However, the only thing that Tang Yaoyao felt was not worth it was that she had a mentally ill son, and her son's heart and eyes were completely devoted to his mother.

It's hard to say whether the widow's fate was unfortunate or her good fortune.

At the critical moment of her life, the only person she cared for wholeheartedly was this fool.

A little while later, A-Qiang hurriedly came in from outside, carrying a plastic box containing tofu pudding.

It should have been served piping hot, but Ah Qiang's hands were red from the heat. Despite the pain, he couldn't control himself and, with tears and snot streaming down his face, he said earnestly, "Mom, the tofu pudding is here! Your favorite tofu pudding is here! If you eat the tofu pudding, you'll feel better!"

The doctors and nurses present remained silent, but their eyes revealed nothing less than sorrow and pity.

The widow looked at A-Qiang, her lips slightly pursed, but she refused to say a word.

A-Qiang placed the plastic box on the table, took out a spoon and wiped himself down. Seeing that the widow was awake, he smiled with relief: "Mom, open your mouth, A-Qiang will feed you."

The widow kept staring at him, but instead of scolding him harshly, she opened her mouth and swallowed the tofu pudding he offered.

Ah-Qiang asked contentedly, "Is it delicious, Mom?"

The widow's lips trembled slightly, her eyes blurred with tears, and she nodded.

Perhaps at this moment, she felt even a tiny bit of guilt towards her foolish son.

She made so many mistakes in her life that she is now reaping the consequences on her children.

"That's good, that's good!" A-Qiang wiped the widow's mouth.

Everyone else left the ward, leaving only the mother and child.

Ah-Qiang fed the whole bowl of tofu pudding. Over the years, his relationship with the widow had been too cold. It was a rare moment of peace and tranquility for him, and this was an encouragement.

He felt this was a reward from his mother, a reward for his love.

So, Ah-Qiang was very happy, so happy he felt like he could fly.

He even made funny faces to make the widow laugh, just like a ten-year-old child.

Innocent and full of childlike fun.

Ah-Qiang's childhood was undoubtedly dark, a past he probably doesn't want to recall.

A person who is mentally challenged and suffers from epilepsy will be prejudiced against by both their family and the villagers.

They looked down on him.

He didn't have a normal childhood; he had no friends and was even ridiculed for being a fool.

The villagers gossiped about him, pointing and whispering when they saw him. No one spoke to him; they regarded him as an oddball.

His father felt ashamed of him, believing that his existence brought shame to their family.

His mother couldn't accept that she had given birth to a mentally challenged child, and she treated him coldly, so he was locked up.

They had to stay in the dark house all day and couldn't go anywhere.

I spent my childhood huddled in a small space like that.

He had finally grown up when his father contracted tuberculosis and could no longer work, making the burden heavier and heavier. His family regarded him as a jinx, feeling that his appearance brought bad luck to their family.

Life became even harsher, and no matter how much he longed for love and affection from his parents, it was to no avail.