Mom's New Director

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In 2005, while China's economy had developed rapidly after decades of reform and opening up, the supply and marketing cooperatives were struggling year after year. My father's subordinate trucking team was even worse off, with hardly any cargo to haul. Although he wasn't laid off, he rarely received his salary, sometimes only once every few months. Moreover, the family had just bought a house, which had essentially emptied their coffers. Although my mother didn't blame him, and my grandfather and uncle always helped him, it was hard for a somewhat chauvinistic man like my father to accept. He didn't have any other skills to find another job, so he became depressed. He often went out drinking with his friends, and he, who had almost never lost his temper with my mother before, occasionally started getting drunk and acting out. At first, my mother argued with him a few times, but later, whenever my father came home drunk and wanted to act out, my mother would take me to stay at my aunt's house. My grandfather criticized him, and my uncle tried to persuade him, but to little avail. My mother always knew that my father was depressed because of work troubles and reduced income. So even though we argued, she would quickly move on and always try to comfort him, telling him that at least she had a stable income, which was much better than some other families, and encouraging him to be strong. Until one day, my father came home drunk. I was doing my homework, and my mother was tidying the kitchen. My father asked me to pour him a glass of water, but because I wanted to finish one problem before pouring it, he grabbed me and kicked me twice. My mother argued with him, and my father pushed her, causing her to fall to the ground and hit her head, resulting in a large bump. In my memory, this was the first and only time my father ever hit my mother.

My mother got up on her own, didn't say a word, and took me to my uncle's house. We stayed there for two weeks. After my father sobered up, he came to apologize several times, but my mother ignored him. Later, my grandfather severely reprimanded my father and made him apologize to my mother and promise never to drink again. Only then, with my aunt's persuasion, did my mother take me home. Although my parents' relationship remained largely the same afterward, I always felt that my mother seemed to be missing something from my father.

At the end of that year, something happened at my mother's workplace: a new director was appointed. If it were just a random change of director, it wouldn't have been a big deal, but this new director had some connection to my family, and it was this connection—or rather, to my mother—that led to a later, accidental discovery.

This new director, surnamed Fang, was a classmate of my mother's, three years her senior. They knew each other because they had both been in the student union.

"Fang" was from our area, his hometown being in the suburbs on the outskirts of the city. In college, he dated the daughter of a provincial-level official, and therefore stayed on to work in the province after graduation. This time, he was assigned to our local cultural bureau as its director.

Objectively speaking, "Fang" is a handsome man, about 177 cm tall, with fair skin and glasses that give him a refined and scholarly air. He's approachable and down-to-earth. His wife, though the daughter of a high-ranking official, doesn't have that arrogant air about her; she's just average-looking, short, and a bit overweight. Because he was on a two-year secondment, "Fang's" wife came with him to our area, working in the finance bureau of a district in the city. Their daughter is a year older than me and attends the same school; I'm in fifth grade, and she's in sixth.

Since "Fang's" wife isn't a local, she didn't have any friends after arriving. Luckily, she and my mother were also alumni and knew each other from their time in the student union. Plus, "Fang" is now my mother's boss, so they often go shopping and chat with her. My mother is an excellent cook, while "Fang's" wife doesn't like to cook. Sometimes their whole family would come to our house for meals, and that's how our two families gradually became acquainted. Later, "Fang" learned about my father's work situation and wanted to temporarily transfer him to the cultural bureau to drive for him, with the cultural bureau paying his salary. My dad was overjoyed, as if he'd won the lottery, especially becoming the personal driver for the top official in the bureau. It was so much more prestigious and comfortable than driving a big truck in the motorcade before. Within days, he felt completely transformed, and he constantly praised "Fang," the person who brought him all this. What made him even more proud was that his former colleagues in the motorcade envied him, giving him ample opportunity to brag to them. I also had a good impression of the Fang family; "Fang" and his wife would always bring me small gifts or snacks when they visited.

Days passed, and my dad's renewed energy seemed to bring our family back to its previous peaceful life. However, this seemingly inevitable harmony unexpectedly changed my life. In

late spring of my eleventh year, the weather was starting to get warm. One weekend, "Fang" and his wife went back to the provincial capital. As usual, my dad drove them. This time, Fang's wife once again invited my mom and me to go to the provincial capital together. On Sunday evening, we were heading back. My dad was driving. Fang's wife, who is overweight, sat in the front passenger seat. I sat in the back left side near the door, with my mom right next to me. Fang was to my mom's right, and Fang's daughter sat on the far right by the window. Having spent two days playing, especially the afternoon when Fang's daughter and I played wildly in the park, I was exhausted and sleepy. I fell asleep against my mom shortly after getting in the car.

I don't know how much time passed, but I vaguely felt the car stop and heard their conversation. They said they had arrived at Fang's hometown, but because of road construction, the car couldn't enter the small streets and had to park on the main road. They had bought some things in the provincial capital and had to walk back. Since my mom was holding me and Fang was holding his daughter, only my dad and Fang's wife could walk them. I was probably in a half-asleep state when I heard my dad and Fang's wife carrying the things and slowly driving away. The car became quiet again, and since it was comfortable sleeping in my mom's arms, I didn't consciously wake up and continued sleeping.

A little while later, I felt my mother's body move slightly, followed by a few soft "sizzling...sizzling..." sounds. Curiosity made me half-asleep and slightly open my eyes. In the darkness, by the dim light from the window, I saw my mother and "Fang's" heads pressed tightly together, occasionally making soft "sizzling...sizzling..." sounds. Were they kissing? I suddenly woke up and couldn't help but open my eyes. Because it was dark inside and outside the car, they didn't notice me peeking.

A wave of shock washed over me. Aren't only parents allowed to kiss? Could it be that my mother and "Fang" were...cheating? ...Yes, I was still young, but at 11 years old, I already knew what marriage was and what cheating was. Although I was incredibly shocked, my mind was a mess, and I didn't know what to do. As I stood there dumbfounded, watching my mother and "Fang" kiss, I saw a dark shadow reach towards my mother's chest. Because my head was resting on her shoulder, I could see it clearly. It was Fang's hand. It quickly unbuttoned the first button of my mother's shirt in front of my face, slipped inside the collar, and moved downwards, stopping at my mother's chest and gently kneading it.

At this moment, my mother said softly, "No, the children are here." "Fang" also said softly, "It's okay, the children are sleeping soundly." Then he continued to kiss my mother's lips, his hand continuing to grope her chest. I was extremely shocked. I never expected my mother to do such a thing. Although I didn't like my father and didn't hate Fang, I was still very surprised, shocked, and felt a strange resentment. I still don't understand why. Although I was surprised and resentful, I felt I couldn't let them know I had seen it, so I didn't make a sound. On a whim, I pretended to be asleep and shifted my body slightly. My mother and Fang immediately separated. My mother nervously called my name softly twice, but I didn't answer and continued pretending to be asleep. Only then did my mother breathe a sigh of relief. Afraid of being discovered, I didn't dare open my eyes to peek again. After a while, I felt my mother's body move slightly again, and I heard her say very softly, "No, it wouldn't be good if the child woke up and saw." Fang then said, "They're both asleep, it's okay. I've been sitting next to you the whole way, I almost couldn't resist anymore, we haven't..." Before he could finish, I heard my father and Fang's wife talking in the distance. I felt my mother immediately shift to the left, and Fang stopped talking. Soon, my father and Fang's wife got back into the car and continued driving towards the county town.

Back home, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. My mind kept replaying the image of my mother and Fang's faces pressed tightly together, the soft sounds of their kisses, and of course, their conversation. I don't understand what I was thinking or feeling at the time; I never told my dad or mentioned it to my mom.

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