A good childhood**life, a bad childhood**, when we were children, we needed love very much, but they were parents for the first time and didn't know how to express love, so we always thought they didn't love us.
She was really stunned to read, the more she read, the more ignorant she became, and if she didn't come back, she didn't see her calling back and asking us, "This is the Mid-Autumn Festival, my dad said my sister's words." I was a little speechless and didn't know what to say, but I understood my sister because she was actually the same person as me.
We didn't grow up in a loving family atmosphere, it's not that our parents didn't love us, but that there was a lot less closeness in their ways.
When we were teenagers, we were all left-behind children, and we were all brought up by our grandparents.
Since I was a child, my parents didn't feel intimate with us, and from my impression, my parents didn't seem to give us hugs, and they didn't seem to have complimented us.
They fulfilled their parental responsibilities step by step, earned money for us to study, and gave us material security, but they never cared about our inner feelings.
In my childhood impression, my mother has always been a stern and vicious person, my sister and I were in childhood, greedy for fun, no housework, go to my cousin's house to play are the reason to be beaten and scolded, my sister loves to cry, and was beaten a lot, I only remember that I didn't get beaten by my mother after going to the third grade of primary school.
I think that at that time, I was beaten at every turn, maybe it was my mother, who was only in her twenties, vented her unhappiness in life, concubines, and the disharmony between her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, but maybe it was because of the memories of running for my life around the old house and being beaten that I once cast many shadows, and those inferiority complexes and cowardice shrouded me.
I remember when I was seven or eight years old, at the end of the semester, the school urged me to pay tuition, I went home, how dare I not speak to my mother, every night, I hid in the quilt and cried, those words choked in my throat, until one day, my mother found out that I was wrong, asked me, I cried and said: "Why don't you pay me tuition", in fact, as long as I open my mouth to say it, but I was afraid to mention it to my mother, so I didn't say it, it was a very simple thing, I think it is difficult, because it takes a lot of courage.
Later, my mother went to school to hand me over to the school and asked the teacher why I was crying, and one of my classmates saw it and said to me, you told your mother to pay tuition, why are you crying?
I don't know how to say it, because they don't understand how much courage it takes to talk to a fierce mother.
Later, when I went to junior high school, when I was in elementary school, my grades were in the top three, but after junior high school, my grades just couldn't keep up, and I was always in the middle position.
I remember one time, I participated in a storytelling contest, that was the first time I went on stage to participate in the competition, won a third prize, my mother saw the certificate, some disdainfully said, it is all something informal, in fact, I understand what she is talking about, because my sister is studying in another junior high school in the town, she can be admitted to the first place in the school, so, my award certificate is really not in the stream.
Later, I went to high school, away from my mother's side, and the high school management was very strict, and only Sunday afternoons were closed or monthly vacations or stuff like that.
At that time, the school was equipped with ** machines, and students might have to queue up to play **, and I had little contact with my mother.
Suddenly, one day, my mother said, why don't you call me **, don't you even want my mother?I didn't know what to say, but I stubbornly said it, I didn't want to. I didn't think about how my mother was feeling at the time, because when I think about it, it has been a thing of the past for many years. Maybe it's because we all grew up and got out of the family's field of vision, Mom, her love and concern as a mother were gradually exposed, and maybe it was because of the love we lacked in childhood that my sister and I fled from home as the center, and Mom kept getting closer to us in order to hold us tight.
At that time, the high school I attended was the only key high school in the county, and the management was very strict, and students were not allowed to bring mobile phones, and there were still relatively few students with mobile phones at that time. I don't know why, but when my mother came to see me from the countryside one day, she bought me a mobile phone. A small key-pressed phone, but my mom and I still don't call ** very often. (To be continued).