It's very classic Chinese.
I remember when I was a child, I just learned to ride a bicycle, and my cousin (in her twenties) asked me (in the fourth grade) if I could carry people, and I said no, but my cousin didn't listen to me when she looked at her phone, and got on a bicycle, and as a result, she fell to the ground with the bike. The handlebar poked directly at my heart, and the glue on the handlebar had already been taken off, and it was directly the pillar iron ring poking at my heart, I was so painful that I cried on the spot, and my cousin was afraid to let me not tell my mother, but I refused. When my mother came back, she listened to my cousin, not only did she not blame my cousin, but she also scolded me for being ignorant and wanting to carry people if I didn't know how to ride? I argued many times and was angry and cried every time, but my mother still ignored me, and then I asked again why I didn't scold my cousin, but scolded me for not trusting me, she said that I was her child, my cousin was someone else's child, she could beat me and scold me, but she couldn't beat and scold my cousin, that time I really hated, and even wished that I was not her daughter, and my daughter was not as good as an "outsider"? Later, I reconciled with my mother, but it left me with a lot of psychological trauma, and I once doubted whether I was worth staying in the world.
When I grew up, I realized that adults sometimes don't have time to pay attention to the psychological feelings of their children in order to take care of the so-called "face", and the "I'm sorry" that adults owe to children is always delayed.