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The Power of Maternal Love in a Grocery Store
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Xiaoming's mother went to heaven, but she missed her.
She wanted to call her mother, but she didn't have any money.
Her father was busy working all day, waking up early and going to bed late. Xiaoming secretly ran out from her grandmother's house; she hadn't seen her mother for three months.
In order to quickly reach the grocery store to call her mother,
Xiaoming fell several times, tearing a large hole in her little pants.
Her face and hands were covered in dirt, making her look like a little beggar.
Gu Nianzhi saw Xiaoming standing timidly at the door of the grocery store.
She stretched out her frail little hand and said to her, "Auntie, I want to call my mom. Can I trade you my pencil?"
Gu Nianzhi coldly looked at the little girl and chased her out of the grocery store, saying, "You need coins to make a call; your pencil can't be exchanged for money!"
The little girl was desperate and cried, "I miss my mom; I really miss you, Mom!"
Originally cold-hearted Gu Nianzhi had no intention of paying attention to this poor child.
But the little girl's cries were so sorrowful that she couldn't bear it.
The child appeared to be only five or six years old, so young and yet already without her mother's care.
Gu Nianzhi crouched down to meet her gaze. "I can give you some coins, but you have to sign a note first."
Xiao Ming took Gu Nianzhi's hand. "Auntie, I have a pencil. Can I trade it for money? If you think the pencil isn't enough, I also have drawings. Auntie, please help me!"
As Xiao Ming spoke, she began to cry. "I miss my mom so much. My mom went to heaven and hasn't come back for three months! I want to find my mom, but my dad says there are no cars, boats, or planes in heaven; we can only call her."
Gu Nianzhi's expression softened slightly; it was a call that could never be connected.
Seeing the confusion in the little girl's eyes, she felt compelled to help. Gu Nianzhi took out her money pouch from the small counter and handed two coins to the girl. "Give me your pencil! Here are two coins; you can make a call with them."
A glimmer of hope flashed in the little girl's dim eyes as she accepted the coins. Xiao Ming pressed her lips together and wiped the coins vigorously, tears streaming down her face. "This is my mom's number; my dad gave it to me. Auntie, can you help me dial it? I really, really miss my mom!"
In the end, Gu Nianzhi's heart softened. The little girl had stood at the door of the grocery store for a long time, and this confusion and persistence made Gu Nianzhi see herself in Xiao Ming.
When Gu Nianzhi finally acknowledged her again, she found that Xiao Ming had cried until her face was streaked with tears.
Xiao Ming wiped her tears and asked pitifully, "Auntie, can I ask you to help me make a phone call?"
Gu Nianzhi's cold heart had a small crack; she had no children, and Xiao Ming's presence made her feel the genuine love a child has for their mother.
She once had a warm family, but she could not bear children. After her husband divorced her, he quickly remarried and had a boy.
Whenever her indifferent ex-husband appeared before her, mocking her as a worthless woman who couldn't have children, she put on a mask of indifference, shutting out everyone who hurt her.
Not being able to become a mother was the cruelest punishment; in this lifetime, she could only spend her days managing a fifteen-square-meter grocery store, leading the most despondent life.
Xiao Ming's appearance was like a small sun in her dark and dreary world.
By some twist of fate, Gu Nianzhi took the two coins from Xiao Ming's hand and dialed the number for heaven.
In heaven, there was no phone, and Xiao Ming would never be able to connect with his mother.
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