My parents hurt me the most in those years.

As Father's Day approaches, I want to write something to my father, but I can't.

My father and I hardly have much communication at home, except when eating, my father will say to eat more of this, and I said, well, nothing else.

So when I want to brew a warm story with my father, I really can't remember that my parents and I are not that close, and all this is because of their cold treatment.

I am the eldest daughter of my family, with a younger sister and a younger brother below. In that family planning era, I was secretly sent to other people's homes as soon as I was born.

When I was three or four years old, I was transferred to my grandmother's house and sent to my aunt's house when I was in kindergarten. Finally, when I was in primary school, I returned home. At that time, my brother was born and my sister was the baby at home.

I was the youngest child when I was at my grandmother's house and aunt's house. Everyone loves me. For me, delicious food must be the most delicious. When I got home, I didn't feel anything. After years of tossing and turning, I'm used to parting.

I remember very early. I still remember when I was three or four years old, I was sent to my grandmother's house by my grandmother. On that day, we had breakfast as usual, my parents went to work, my brothers and sisters went to school, and my grandmother took me to her home alone.

My uncle came to pick me up. After my grandmother handed me over to my uncle, I left, completely ignoring the crying and the sound that broke my heart. Now that I think about it, it was the first time I left.

Later, when my uncle sent me home and my father took me to menstruation's house, I stopped crying. I just followed silently without saying a word.

That day, my mother just gave birth to her brother. She poked her head out of the room and asked me, "Do you want an apple?" I shook my head.

My aunt's house is very close to mine, so I can't remember when I moved back to live with my parents.

I fought with my sister every day at that time. She hates me very much. Every day when my mother comes back, the first thing is to complain, and then my mother will scold me, which makes me afraid to talk to my mother for many years.

Back home, I lived carefully. Nobody cares whether I am happy or not. Snacks are all my sister's. I sometimes eat a little.

I began to learn to do housework, wash clothes and carry water, even if I stood up a little higher than the bucket.

Parents do business and get up early every day. Maybe they were too tired, so when my mother found out that I could do housework, many things fell on me.

For example, when they were eating, I went to wash clothes by myself, and the clothes of the whole family. At that time, I was in preschool.

I didn't feel very hard at that time. I only know that if I can work, my mother will praise me and smile at me, which is better for me.

As I get older, I can do more and more housework. Later, I did all the housework at home except cooking, because I couldn't do it.

My parents always tell me that I am the elder sister and I want to make way for my younger brother and sister, so all the delicious food and fun in my family belong to my younger brother and sister, and I will always be the one who works.

I am particularly impressed that I have never eaten chicken soup, chicken legs, chicken hearts, chicken livers and other delicious parts at home, because every time I eat them, my parents will give them to my brothers and sisters. Sometimes they don't want to eat, and my parents will ask me if you want it. At this time, I always stubbornly shake my head.

I don't know when it started, but I realized that my parents were unfair to me. I always cry silently and pretend that nothing happened.

When I was in primary school, my family bought me my first motorcycle. My father is beating around the bush downstairs. When I am a little more proficient, I will take my mother and my brother and sister to sit together. They laughed happily. After washing the dishes, I secretly stood by the window crying as if I were an outsider.

I got good grades in school since I was a child, and I always got full marks. My younger brothers and sisters are playful, and their grades are not so ideal, but my parents always praise them when they make a little progress, and disdain to say "what is so simple a test paper to be proud of" when I get full marks.

Before high school, I never dared to share a room with my mother. At that time, there was only one TV at home, and the whole family could only sit together and watch it. But as long as my mother comes back, I will walk away alone.

When I was in grade one, a boy wrote me a love letter. I never replied. I was too young at that time to know what I liked. But one day at noon, I came home from school and my parents walked into my room together. My father said to me, "I'm really disappointed in you."

I still remember the feeling when I heard this sentence. I don't know what I did wrong.

Later, my parents said that I was invited to school by my class teacher when I was studying the night before, saying that I was puppy love.

I said I didn't do anything. I haven't even talked to that boy. I couldn't help crying, full of grievances.

But my parents don't believe me, and they scold me, which is very ugly.

When I was in the third grade, my eyes were nearsighted and I couldn't see the words on the blackboard clearly when I sat in the second row. But my father taught us from an early age that it was not good to wear glasses, so when the senior high school entrance examination approached, even if I couldn't see the blackboard clearly, my father refused to take me to get glasses.

This led me to wear glasses for the first time in high school, and the degree reached more than 500 degrees.

When I was in senior three, I was very nervous about my study, but what made me more nervous was my parents. At that time, the first thing my mother did when she came home every day was to ask me how I did in the last exam. As long as there is a little retrogression, she will show that disappointed expression.

That expression is still deeply engraved in my heart. My parents always say that if you can't get into college, we will lose face. You know, people will laugh at us.

So I study hard. That year, I had a migraine, and when I was nervous, I had a splitting headache.

My mother took me to the hospital several times, and the doctor said it might be because of too much pressure. I haven't seen it for several times, and my mother doesn't care if I feel sick.

When the college entrance examination was over, I felt that I didn't do very well in the exam. I told my mother that even if I failed the exam, I didn't want to repeat it. I'm fed up with taking exams every day.

A few days later, my friends and I got a job in an electronics factory as an assembly line. My father scolded me when he found out, and then he didn't talk to me for more than a week. I still don't understand why you can't tell me. If I am wrong, I can change it. Why should I be cold-blooded?

My parents were very happy when my college entrance examination results came out and I was admitted to two books, so I agreed to work, but after all, I was not used to working in an electronics factory and resigned after half a month.

Half a month's salary, my parents took it all and said they would buy me a mobile phone. Obviously, when I was admitted to college, they had promised to buy it for me.

In the first year of college, my father gave me 10 thousand yuan for tuition and living expenses, which became less and less every year.

My parents never call me when I go to school outside, and I will be scolded if I don't call back, but when I call back, my mother always says to eat more and save some money. As for my father, he never answers my text messages. I call him, and he will give the phone directly to his mother.

My skin was allergic when I was a sophomore. When allergic, the whole body is covered with red pimples, which is very itchy. At first, I thought I was going to die, so I went to check the hospital and the route alone.

It is difficult to find the cause of allergy. It often happened during that time, and going to the hospital for treatment can only relieve it for a while. Once, I was alone in the hospital, and I sat alone in the corridor during the hospital lunch break.

Remembering that I should call my parents, I called my mother and told her that I was in the hospital. Then my mother said not to go to the hospital next time. Hospitals are expensive, so I'll just buy some ointment myself.

When I was in college, I was often short of money because of insufficient living expenses. My mother knew it, but pretended not to know it.

Once my brother asked me to buy something for him. I was running out of money, so I called my mother to buy it for him. I said I was running out of money, and my mother said, oh, there is still more than a month before the end of the semester, and my mother didn't mention my living expenses.

After graduating from my senior year, I came to Guangdong with the rest of my living expenses. I spent all my money renting a house and buying daily necessities.

When the Chinese New Year is coming, the company organizes a dinner party, AA, and everyone is 138. I really have no money, so I have to send a message to my father. I said the dinner was 138, but I had no money. My father gave me 200 yuan.

After that, my parents never gave me any money, nor did they ask me if you had any money.

Even once, when I just finished my new job and didn't get the salary of my new company, my mother told me on the phone to save money.

They never asked me how I was doing. Calling my mother is always her gossip. Refused to leave some time to ask about me.

I plan to go back to Guangdong after the Spring Festival this year. My parents said that something at home made me go back later and I had to change my visa temporarily.

The ticket is at five o'clock in the morning. When I told my parents, my mother asked my father, will you send her tomorrow morning?

My father's face was full of reluctance. He said, I don't have time.

Then my mother turned to me. You should take a taxi at three or four o'clock tomorrow.

I said, aren't you worried about what will happen to me outside? Aren't you afraid that I will go out in the middle of the night and take a taxi and die outside?

They didn't speak. I didn't have dinner. I immediately packed my bags and went out until I returned to Guangdong. No phone calls or text messages.

Now, I still call home from time to time and listen to my mother talk about trivial things between neighbors and relatives.

When I go home, I will buy a lot of things. When I get paid, I will choose gifts for my parents and give them red envelopes during the Spring Festival.

When my brothers and sisters are disobedient, I will be responsible for communicating with them and then appease my parents.

I tried to tell my mother that what they did to me over the years hurt me a lot. I mentioned that they said I fell in love on the first day of junior high school. I was so excited that I cried out of breath. I said why don't you believe me.

Mother played down the phone. Isn't that the only thing? I didn't treat you badly.

Well, she doesn't know that I was harassed by a boy in the third grade. He follows me to school and home every day, but I dare not tell the teacher because I don't think anyone will help me. After all, one day someone told my mother that she saw me walking with a boy and never asked me anything, so she scolded me.

I am learning to forget these unhappy things now. After all, it is really painful for me to remember them in my heart.

I shouldn't mention this to my parents in the future, but I know I can never forgive them.

The last time I called my mom, my mom said that my dad was complaining recently, and I never called him when I was out for so long. I said I knew, but I was thinking that you never cared about me when I needed you before. Why do you think of me when I am old and need to be taken care of?

Parents are so selfish sometimes.