“My mother bought a porcelain statue. The shop owner said that if she worshipped the statue every day, it would make her rich.”
“Mom spent a lot of money and had a group of people bring that porcelain statue home. It was placed in the middle of the hall. Every day, Mom would put lots of snacks in front of the porcelain statue and pray to it.”
"Mom made a lot of money, but... not long after, she lost a lot of money. Dad also argued with Mom, and they argued really badly."
"Dad said there was something wrong with the porcelain statue and that it should be thrown away, but Mom disagreed, and the two of them started fighting again."
"Mom hurt Dad, Dad moved out, and it's just Mom and me at home now."
“Mom is getting weirder and weirder. She spends all her time around that porcelain statue, holding it in her arms and coaxing it like a baby, and even feeding it milk. But... how can a porcelain statue drink milk? Every time, Mom makes the living room all over with milk.”
“My mother used to hold me while I slept, but now she only holds that porcelain statue while she sleeps.”
“My mother also said…that porcelain statue is her child, and I am not.”
As he spoke of this, the little boy in front of him lowered his long eyelashes, his face filled with sadness and sorrow.
"Mom kicked me out of the room and gave the room to the porcelain statue. Mao Mao has to sleep in the living room," the little boy continued.
The key issue likely lies with those porcelain figurines, right?
[It's chilling, like raising something and then being devoured.]
I agree with the comment above; I think so too.
[I suspect her mother was influenced by those porcelain statues.]
"The thing your mother paid someone to bring back was fine in the first place, but... your mother forgot to worship it every day, so it got angry."
“When it gets angry, it takes back everything your mother asked for, so your mother lost a lot of money later. Your father’s arguments with your mother were also influenced by it. It also bewitched your mother, making her raise it as her own child.”
"Just like what the netizens said, your mother gained too much from it in the early stages, satisfying too many of her selfish desires. Later, it got angry, and because your mother gained too many selfish desires, it eventually backfired."
Wait, this sounds familiar... isn't this the story of raising a ghost child?
Haha, I also feel like I'm raising that kind of thing.
I remember that thing was like a child, needing strength, and required daily offerings and worship, otherwise it would get angry...
[That thing? What is it? Ugh, can you guys stop playing riddles and just tell me what it is!]
Just then, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
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