Mommy and Mama's Remarriage Strategy

I have the best mom in the world. Her name is Ren Yi, she's an elementary school Chinese language teacher, and everyone loves her. "Ren Yunyou, your mom is so gentle!" "I love Teacher Ren the most!" "Yeah, Teacher Ren's classes are so fun." Hmph, of course, my mama is the best in the world.

My mommy is also the best in the world. Her name is Ruan Mianmian, and she's also a teacher, but she teaches at a tutoring center. I asked her why she doesn't work with Mama, and she said she's not as good as Mama, so she could only find a job like this. I didn't understand, because I think Mommy is super amazing too.

She can always pull all sorts of things out of her bag: snacks Mama doesn't allow, cool comics, cute plush keychains... She taught me how to swim and ride a bicycle. Mommy can do anything, like a superhero. I love Mama, and I love Mommy. With them by my side, I am the happiest child in the world.

I used to think all children had two mothers until I went to kindergarten and realized most children only have one mother. I secretly rejoiced, I was a special child. At first, I called them both 'Mama', but every time they would answer in unison, which was inconvenient, so I suggested, "Then I can call one Mama and the other Little Mama."

Mama had just taken a sip of milk; hearing my words, she choked and turned red. "Then Yunyun can call me Mommy," Mommy said to me after laughing for a long time. Although they never told me, I knew I wasn't their biological child, because I saw a red booklet at home that said "Adoption Registration Certificate," and I knew what those words meant.

None of these things affect their love for me, nor my love for them. My maternal grandparents also love me very much. Whenever Mama criticized me, I would run behind Grandma, who would always protect me and make me delicious food. My aunt is also very good; whenever she comes home, she always brings me gifts, but she's so timid, even more afraid of Mama than I am.

I happily finished kindergarten and lived a happy life with Mama and Mommy in a community two streets away from school. Until one day when I was in second grade, Mommy suddenly stopped living with us at home. She didn't come home for a very, very long time.

A classmate in my class also had parents who lived separately; her mom and dad were going through a divorce, and she was struggling whether to stay with her mom or her dad. I don't want to be separated from Mama, and I don't want to be separated from Mommy.

Mama must be very sad too. Although she still goes to and from school with me, tells me bedtime stories, and takes me to Grandma's for dinner, just like before, I know she's very upset. "Mama, does Mommy not want us anymore?" I asked Mama that day after she finished telling me a bedtime story.

I pulled the quilt high, leaving only my eyes exposed, not wanting Mama to see my pouting lips. She paused, then picked up the kitten toy Mommy bought and placed it next to me. "How could Mommy not want you? She loves you the most." Mama left a goodnight kiss on my forehead.

"I believe Mama." I nodded and closed my eyes. In a daze, I heard Mama whisper, "She just doesn't want me anymore." I will definitely get Mama and Mommy back together! Love is the greatest.