One Day, I Found My Mom
"Mom!" At the moment he was caught stealing and being beaten half to death, seven-year-old Ivan recognized the woman standing before him at a glance. She was the type who stretched out a hand to the pitiful only to show off her own nobility. So she would pay for him instead. "I’m sorry, Mom. I won’t do it again." Ivan clung to the woman with all his strength, and as expected, she paid for the bread. He thought she would now lecture him with some sanctimonious advice about never stealing from others again, but instead— "Let’s go home now, Ivan." The woman followed him home by carriage, cleaned the house, and even prepared a meal. "Why did you clean the house? Why did you cook?" "I told you. Mom’s going to do well." Could it be...? Ivan looked the woman over carefully. "Ivan?" "......" "......Are you mad at Mom?" The corners of Ivan’s mouth trembled slightly. Of all things, the person he had grabbed onto turned out to be a crazy woman.
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