I was deeply spoiled after I came to Xinjiang. I am particularly proud that my two strong brothers play with me all day. One thing is good. My father works on a farm. Compared with my impatient mother, my father is very gentle, so I want to snuggle up to my father. My father likes me very much, and often takes out all kinds of delicious gadgets to do magic to help me. Neither of my two brothers is. But I never enjoy it alone, but with my own brother, who also wants to drive me crazy everywhere.
In a blink of an eye, I was studying, and my two brothers went to school in different places. I don't have a patron saint around me. After some classmates bullied me, my brother will never help me again. I don't know why, my classmates call me the bastard I picked up, which makes me often go home and cry. At first, my mother will learn to let go of what she is doing and comfort me with heartache. But after a long time, the emotionally unstable mother lost care. She thinks I caused the trouble. When she saw me complaining, she scolded me and sometimes continued to hit me. Gradually, I don't want to seek comfort from my mother. I often think, is it true that my mother is not my real mother? What else will she do? What about me?
At this time, the economic benefits of my father's business are not as good as in the past, and it is very urgent to support three children to go to school. My mother does some business to subsidize clothes at home, and she doesn't care about me. I learned to guard against bullying by my classmates. On the surface, I am as good as a kitten, that's for sure. But once someone annoys me, I want justice. This work experience is the result of my joint efforts with "Baby King".
Once the "Baby King" bullied people again, which made me very angry. The "baby king" he scratched and bit seemed to be not afraid of death at all, and completely ignored when he was bled. He just threw himself on him, and he finally got worried, and the children who followed him were frightened. From then on, no one dared to bully me and call me a wild child. From the beginning, my heart hardened. I even hate my mother. At that time, colleges and universities had to take photos of students every year, but I had to pay 50 cents for taking photos. My mother never lets me think about it, but my two brothers take it home for a photo every year. I still have no photos of my childhood. If it were her own mother, would she do such a thing?
The anger I deal with makes my biological parents sick.
When I was in the second grade, my mother accumulated some assets and moved from a big farm to the city to open a small shop, so she wanted me to study during my menstrual period. I went to my menstrual home (biological parents). They have a younger brother and a younger sister. Soon, I also noticed that the menstrual period was different from my mother's. When my younger brother and sister are naughty, they call it overdue, but they never really have the ability to do it. How about a love counselor?
But my mother hit hard. My two brothers and I were both beaten by her, so I envy my brother and sister for having a mother who doesn't fight. I asked my period strangely, "Why don't you play?" ? My mother really hit it, hit it with a tree stick, it hurts. "Hearing this, my sister scolded me and said I was an instigator.
My uncle takes special care of one thing during the public holiday, helping me eat and dress. At that time, there was a grocery store at home. When my sister and brother were away, my uncle asked me to eat all the delicious snacks in the store and play with small toys. I don't know why, my own sister hates me and always resists me inadvertently and attacks me severely. Because I don't want to fall behind, like hamsters, I usually don't show my face. Once I feel the risk, I will immediately stand up and fight. We often don't talk about trifles. I am very worried about my menstruation, so I am sick.
After my sister and I had another quarrel, my uncle called us aside: "Everyone is my own daughter. The swallow was carried away by your mother when she was a child. In fact, everyone is your biological parents. You haven't been around all these years, and you feel guilty. You want to make it up to you and love you more, but Yuanyuan is your own sister, so you can't hit her like this. Yuanyuan, this is your own sister. She lived in the northwest since she was a child. The standard of daily life is not very good. I have suffered a lot and need to take care of my sister. " After listening to my father's speech, Yuan Yuan was very surprised, but at that moment I was very quiet, so quiet that I felt very strange. From point to surface, this puzzle that has been bothering me for many years has finally come to fruition. I have been worried that what I have been hoping is a rumor is really an objective fact!
After a few days in a trance, when we were sure that smiling was an objective fact, I realized that when I was a child, "Baby King" called me a bastard and was bullied. My heart is full of anger, frustration and hatred. Suddenly I feel that my uncle's public holiday (I have called their parents so far) is disgusting and hypocritical. I hate them. It's good for me not to hide my uncle's period in front of Fangfang, and I even plan to show it off as a special tool for shouting circles.