/kloc-What happened at the age of 0/2, which changed the course of my life?

I have been thinking about why I had a very happy childhood envied by many people, but why did I suddenly turn around and give me an extremely ugly back, which made my happiness come to an abrupt end and made me indifferent?

I've been thinking about this question for many years, and I haven't found a satisfactory answer.

Until one day, when I was doing children's ideological work, I suddenly understood with tears: it turned out that everything happened at 12 years old, and there were too many changes that year, and my sky was no longer clear.

That year, my youngest sister also got married. In the second half of that year, my mother was paralyzed ... From then on, I was 12 years old, but in fact I was less than 10 years old. With tears in my eyes, I stopped laughing and laughing for a long time.

Because of my sister's marriage, my brother, who has always had a bad impression on me, cruelly made me do almost all the housework at home.

At that time, our family was a big family, with an elderly grandmother and parents who were no longer young, a brother and a sister-in-law, and three young nephews and nieces.

I have to wash a lot of clothes every morning, which is a huge project for people who are very young and weak.

The clothes of nine people are as high as a mountain. Every time I wash clothes and stagger home, I often don't have time to catch my breath. I have to make snacks for my family who go out to work, while my elderly grandmother helps me hang clothes.

After eating snacks, if it is near, I will ask my niece, who is five years younger than me, to deliver them. If it is far away, I will take them to the ground with my own big basket and small basket.

It doesn't matter if you are so tired. What annoys me most is that every time before I turn around and leave, my picky brother always scolds me: "A Qing, why are you so stupid?" What happened to this noodle? Can I still eat? "

"A Qing, why don't you begin to understand? How many times have I told you that things can't be made so salty? "

In short, no matter how hard I try, I still can't get a good word from my brother. Every time I face it, my brother is always as picky as a "tightening spell".

At that time, grievances and sadness always flooded my sleepy young body. I always tell myself over and over again that I must leave this home and my brother as far away as possible when I grow up.

When I trotted home, I had to prepare lunch for a large family. At this time, my elderly grandmother always guided me all the way: "Girl, cut the melon into pieces, or your brother will dislike you again."

"Girl, no one will dislike salted fish, but the food must be light, or your brother will scold you again."

"Girl, the onion should be cut as thin as beads, and the garlic should be cut into pieces, otherwise it will be laughed at." ……

My little grandmother, just like that, burns a fire in the stove chamber for a while, and then tiptoes to teach me everything in front of the stove, because my grandmother, who is my darling, always hates being scolded and reprimanded.

And every time I was scolded by my brother for cooking badly, my grandmother, who is in her twilight years, always burst into tears: "Girl, don't cry!" " When I grow up and find someone who is not picky, I won't have to be scolded every day! "

"Girl, I don't cry. My daughter is very lucky. Someone will get hurt in the future, so you don't have to suffer. "

At that time, I always cried with my grandmother. At that time, I was full of hatred for my brother. I am full of hatred: am I so useless in halal? A Qing, am I really a thorn in your side? Why can't I make you see clearly?

Brother, are you really my own brother?

I can bear all these, and I can swallow them one by one with tears in my eyes. Who says I can't cook?

The most unacceptable thing is an incident that happened that winter. It is branded on my young mind like a red-hot soldering iron. Many years have passed, but when I think of that scene, I shudder and tears come to my eyes.

It was an extremely cold winter afternoon, because my mother was paralyzed and ill in bed, and my brother asked me to wash her bedding.

I knew my brother's temper well, and it was useless to refute him, so I set off with dirty bedding.

I didn't know how cold it was until I got to the river./kloc-how pitiful I am at the age of 0/2.

Because unguarded hands have been soaked in water for a long time, their hands are covered with chilblains, their fingers are swollen like sticks, and some places have begun to fester.

It hurts like hell when you enter the water. When a force is applied, blood and pus will penetrate into the bedding and stones along the fingers. ...

In a short time, the whole sheet can't tell which is my tears and which is my blood. ...

The villagers on the shore can't stand it. They called me again and again: "A Qing, stop washing, you will freeze."

"A Qing, you are still so young, who let you wash the bedding in such cold weather? What a sin! "

"A Qing, you hurry home, really don't wash! You can't stand it if you go on like this! "

At the end of the matter, a kind villager called my father, my father who had never washed clothes. I finished washing the most horrible sheet in my memory with tears.

It was really cold that winter!

That winter, the bloody pain I experienced told me: A Qing, you have no brother at all. No one's brother will be as cruel and inhuman as he is.

No brother would make a little sister with chilblain on her hands tremble in the cold wind, not only because of the cold, but also because of the cold, because of the cold, because of the sadness!

Since then, my life has changed dramatically, because there is no one to share the housework for me anymore. My sister is married and my mother is sick!

/kloc-The memory of 0/2 years old is so cold and painful! Until now, in retrospect, tears are still flowing, and I can't forget that special pain!