"I've always wanted to ask you, why do you tolerate your mother so much?" On our way home after school, Susie asked me.Hearing her question, I pondered for a moment. Over the years, I've been contemplating the same question: why do I tolerate my mother so much?There's a long and sorrowful story behind it, dating back five years ago, way before my mother and I moved to the Red Moon pack.Since my birth, I lived in a coastal pack where everyone excelled in swimming. Sunshine, the sea, beaches, and palm trees formed my entire memory of my hometown—a time filled with joy. Every weekend, I would take my younger brother, Jason, to the beach, teaching him freestyle, butterfly, and diving. He showed remarkable talent from a young age, and before he turned seven, he could swim as fast and skillfully as adults. He had great confidence in his swimming abilities, but my parents always cautioned me to keep a close eye on him whenever he went into the sea.At the time, I was twelve, and he was se
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