"Rain, have you waited long? Mom will take you to eat something delicious. Don't you like salted egg yolk rice balls? Mom will take you to eat."
Her mother opened the door, her clothes disheveled, and came out, forcing calm as she pulled her up.
Little Rain said nothing; through the half-open door, she saw the greasy middle-aged man pulling up his pants.
She didn't understand what had happened just now, but seeing the roll of cash in her mother's hand, she knew her mother must have made some money.
"Mom, can we go home?" Little Rain looked at the roll of cash, feeling inexplicably full of disgust.
"Rain." Her mother heard those words, her expression panicked, helpless, and guilty. She raised a hand to brush aside a strand of hair that had fallen onto Little Rain's cheek, her eyes brimming with tears, choking back sobs: "We have no home here."
"Did Dad abandon us?" Little Rain remembered that she was supposed to have a father, like other children.
