The Home Song Stories Page #5
You little slut.
How can you betray your own mother?
Come over here.
Look at that face. Look at yourself.
This is the face that killed your mother.
Are you proud of yourself?
Kill your own mother!
Open the door!
You've ruined my life.
I should have gotten rid of you.
But few of these creatures can live
on the continent itself,
except in summer.
Protected only by fur or feathers,
the rest must retreat to the edge of the ice pack
when winter comes.
For the men on the ice,
this is the loneliest time.
Memories of homes and families become...
Promise me that you won't touch her again.
Then I'll forgive you.
You're crazy.
Promise me you won't touch her,
and you can stay.
Where's May?
She's in the bathroom.
Are you all right? Come out.
Let her rot in there.
Come out! Don't be afraid.
Come out! Don't be afraid.
I'm here, nobody can hurt you.
Come out.
Are you all right?
May! May!
May! May!
Look what you've done.
She's your daughter!
Little man...
be strong, look after your family.
They're all useless. Selfish.
You slave all your life for them
then they treat you like this!
You should make her kowtow to you.
Beg for your forgiveness.
Dear God, please look after my sister...
Dear God, please look after my sister...
Dear God, please look after my sister...
Dear God, please look after my sister...
Dear God, please look after my sister...
Ma, there's nothing for breakfast.
I brought you some stuff.
So you can study.
Thanks...
I wasn't sure if you wanted to
history or geography,
so I brought both.
You should be at school.
School's for retards.
You're a retard.
How's mum?
Still asleep.
Why? What's wrong with her?
I don't know.
Did you ring a doctor?
No.
Tom, you have to watch
everything she does.
You know what she's like.
You have to take care of her!
Why should l?
Because she's your mum.
I don't care!
Don't say that!
-It's true, I don't care! -Don't!
-I hate her! -Stop it!
-Shut up! -I wish she was dead!
One heart.
One diamond.
No bid.
Dede.
You won't be long here, right?
Ai ya! You poor mother.
Have such a hard life.
Here's our young guest. Come in.
Hi, little man!
Hello, Uncle Joe.
Not much space,
but we work something out.
Ai ya! The crab was bad.
Don't go in there.
One day, you will be even more beautiful.
More beautiful than your mother.
I'll never be as beautiful as you.
You must learn to cherish life.
Life is a gift.
I wasn't always like this, Shao Wah.
I want to tell you a story.
Is that all right?
Because I was the youngest girl,
I had the lowliest place in the family.
Stupid girl!
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