Me with me. 
How do we become who we are?
In the bustling crowd, will there be anyone like me, pressing the pause button of life to think about such a "boring" question.
There are many factors that shape us, and perhaps you have met an enlightened teacher on the road to growth, and under his leadership, you have a new outlook on life and the world.
Maybe one leisurely afternoon, you read a good book that you will never forget, and you are determined to be a person who stands up to the sky like the main character in the book.
Or maybe you were ruthlessly deceived once, and since then you have no intention of loving the night, and let him go down to the west building under the bright moon.
Yes, it seems that any "little episode" in life can change us, but I think it is our family and parents who really make us who we are.
My parents are very ordinary working people, for as long as I can remember, there has always been a voice in my head that has always warned me, "We have no money, you have to be sensible and economical", so that I, like most children, can only go to the supermarket and only look at the snack wall, and dare not mention the toys I want, for fear of being regarded as a bad boy who does not know how to sympathize with his parents.
When I was a child, I may not have known what low self-esteem was, but being naughty and timid did make me suffer.
It sounds quite contradictory, how dare a timid doll be naughty?
Timidity is admonished to be obedient and obedient from an early age, but you can't learn bad and go beyond the rules; It was a careful request from his parents, but he received a bitter lesson (yes, it is nothing more than that his parents worked so hard, the revolution has not yet succeeded, why do you think about yourself?) It's easy for you to read......It is also the red flower that blooms on the body of the "seven wolves" after every fruitless struggle.
And what about being naughty? is probably by nature, it is ignorant to maintain self-righteous dignity, and to prove that he is not a cowardly and incompetent little kid.
I'm the protagonist in my life, and I don't have the face to listen to you for anything, so much so that I became my naïve self at that time.
My father was a very loving, gentle-tempered man.
When I was in elementary school, I inadvertently answered a ** for him, and it was a female voice on the other end.
I can't remember her intention, but I remember that at the end she asked me in a "cunning" tone, "Child, who are you?" ”。
Good guy, I opened my mouth and proudly said that I was his son, and at that time I was thinking in my heart "How about it, buddy, this relationship, qualified to take this **", or to say that people are "cunning", co-authoring is to check family planning.
At that time, my mother reproached and said: "It's over, just because of your words, our family has to become a seller to pay you a fine for overbirth."
My father was also frowning and silent, and I couldn't cry even more guiltily.
I am the second oldest in the family, and there is an old sister who is two years older than me, because of family planning, I have been calling my mother "aunt" in front of people for a long time, and "mother" in the back.
According to her, I was so smart at the time that I never missed a call.
It sounds like a sad story, but I often feel complacent, feeling that I am really a clever ghost, and I feel that it is a great honor to be liked and praised by my parents, and it is a great self-blame to bring a burden to the family.
At this time, I became a sensible version of myself.
The cold comes and the summer goes back and forth, year after year.
Under the support of my parents, I finally grew up, read a lot of books, walked a lot of roads, saw landscapes that they had never seen in their lives, and even had a new idea to deny the ideas of the older generation.
At this time, I can get drunk and stay up all night; You can no longer pick and search, and compensate yourself fiercely when you have the ability to realize your small wishes; You can also tell your parents out loud that times have changed, accept the "new ideas" and I have found you wrong....
I seem to be raising myself when I was a child, those who were restrained, and I want to make up for it all at this moment when I grow up.
But ......But these are not my self-righteous reasons, I seem to have overlooked something.
I overlooked that family is their greatest achievement and pride in life, and they carry the weight of this family all the time.
I ignored how sad and distressed my mother was every time she told others that I was smart when I was a child, that I called her "Auntie" in front of others, and that I never called the wrong person.
I ignored the fact that my father had left his hometown to support the family when I was growing up, and that on every few nights when he came home, he would take me by the hand and walk a long way, telling me many things that my little brain couldn't remember at that time.
The way they raise their children may not be suitable for this era, but their sense of responsibility to the family will always affect me.
They are also the ones who let me know that sometimes it's good to be a supporting role hidden in the light, to applaud others confidently and generously, who said that achieving others is not achieving yourself...
Maybe it will be many years before I can easily evaluate who I am now.
But my parents let me know what kind of self I am going to be, grateful, neither humble nor arrogant, generous, and always youthful.
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Dufur 2023 Essay Competition
Shortlisted Articles
Source: Internet.
Editor: Nana Ming.
Reviewer: Rose.
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