It seems that every time I chat with a new acquaintance, there is a topic indispensable, ask how many brothers and sisters the other party has, and just this one thing can be chatted for a long time. Sometimes when I talk to my friends who are also only children, if they talk about "my brother" or "my sister", I inevitably have to ask, "Isn't your family just your child?" And then they had to add "I'm talking about my cousin" or "cousin." 
I've heard many people say that you must be very happy as an only child, and your parents must love you very much. Part of it is true that I do enjoy all the love and attention of my parents, but I am not necessarily happy when I enjoy it.
I would be lonely, sensitive and inferior. When I was a child, I never dared to tell my parents or anyone in real life what I really thought. Don't like to be around relatives. I want to please everyone. There are no real friends. I didn't have a heart-to-heart relationship with anyone. The relationship with all people is about interests. Everyone knows each other, but everyone doesn't. I like to talk to myself. Also fond of fantasy. Sometimes it's pessimistic, sometimes it's optimistic, it's weird. I have also learned to bury all my thoughts in my heart, especially the negative ones, and let his heart become corrupt and desolate, and let his heart be barren.
Since I was a child, my parents went out to work, only dinner would be eaten together, during the summer vacation, I would contract all the housework, laundry, cooking, mopping and tidying up the house, I used to live in a bungalow, at that time the washing machine had to be carried out of the house, and then used a bucket to catch water and pour it in), there were few topics at the dinner table that I could participate in, and I would watch TV and eat most of the time.
When I arrived at junior high school, junior high school was a full-time school, and I didn't feel very homesick, everything was normal and accustomed.
When I got to high school, my parents didn't come home until the weekend, so I ate lunch and dinner in the school cafeteria, and every night when I went back, except for the window of my house, which was dark, the other windows were all light, and I climbed the stairs on the fourth floor, and when I opened the door, the silence was only my footsteps and the sound of unlocking, and when I turned on the light, the house was lit up. When they don't come back on weekends, WeChat transfers money to me, let me buy some food to cook and eat by myself, they are very relieved of me, because I can do everything at home, so I go to the vegetable market, buy vegetables, cook and cook ......A person sits at a table and eats.
Before high school, there was no answer in the tutorial book, and I would fully develop my brain to think about each question, and often went to bed after twelve o'clock, and after high school, the answers in the workbook were no longer handed in, and I began to get used to relying on the answers to give solutions to the problem. Arrange your own time for study and play, so there is a lot of procrastination, but it will always be done.
Over time, many times I will choose one person, what is the difference between watching a movie alone and watching a movie with multiple people? What is the difference between one person visiting a supermarket and multiple people visiting a supermarket? The answer in my mind is: there is no difference.
Mom sometimes jokes: "As long as your parents give you money, you seem to be able to handle everything very well, you are very independent, and your parents are very relieved in this regard." ”
When I got to college, for the first week, my roommates would sometimes suddenly feel homesick and cry one night, and I was the only one who didn't feel anything at all, just hugged them and comforted them.
I will call ** for about half a month, but I will send messages in the group every day, in order to let my parents understand my daily life, and every time I go home, my mother will put down work and play with me for two days, go shopping, and eat. After I went to the internship, I would ask my mother to see my living environment, and later when the family situation was better, I would take her on a trip (my father would never participate). I also slowly began to participate in the family's decision-making, accepting the emotions from my mother and the debate from my father. I open my life to my parents, but I don't open up my emotions.
After graduating from college, when I was going to graduate school at home, I spent the longest time with my parents, and I was pleasantly surprised, there was still no quarrel, we didn't bother each other during the revision period, and occasionally on a whim we would chat in their bedroom for a few hours at night. But my door was always locked, because of the pressure of studying and a lingering relationship, I often broke down, occasionally crying silently late at night, then went out to wash my face, found something ice in the refrigerator to apply my eyes, and then "stayed in bed" until noon and left the bedroom for lunch the next day. I finally finished the graduate school exam, broke up, and then re-examined, planned to be admitted, contacted the tutor, and all my progress will be informed to my parents, transparent and open, and the bedroom door will no longer be locked.
At that time, I concentrated on being a nanny at home, slept until half past ten in the morning, got up and washed up and prepared lunch, because I was a medical student, I tried to achieve a balanced nutrition with meat and vegetables every day, and then in the afternoon or sleep or play with mobile phones and computers until four o'clock, clean, and then prepare dinner, and then return to the bedroom or close the door or not close the door to watch *** drama after the end.
I don't have any friends, I do live a very "lonely", when I was in elementary school, I didn't go home from school to play in my classmates, and I rode a bicycle for half an hour on the weekend to make friends with my new classmates. Later, once my father couldn't find me at night and was scared, he was angry and slapped me with the soles of his shoes, and then I became a "house girl", and I lay at home and watched TV for a day during the holidays (at that time, I was afraid that it would affect my studies, and TV was the kind of only a few local stations), and I played with my mobile phone when I had a mobile phone. I ran in junior high school and high school, and every day I rode home by myself, and occasionally I would meet my classmates and chat a few words.
Getting used to being alone and knowing how to get along with yourself may be a lesson that an only child must practice.