A composition on the topic of rhythm

With a "pop", another bowl was broken, and my heart was also broken! Then, my father's scolding came - you have the ability? Why did you give me a baby? Girl? Mother’s cry, grandparents’ sighs. I know that my father is angry because of me and my mother is crying because of me. Growing up, what I heard the most was my father’s scoldings, and what I saw the most were my mother’s tears. I can't remember how many times my mother was angry, scolded, and shed tears because of me. I once heard my grandma say that my mother was the first among Murakami’s daughters-in-law who got married in the same year to be pregnant with a child. It is precisely because of me that my mother has clothes to stretch out her hands and food to open her mouth at home, leading a life like a young mistress. But the good times didn't last long. Nine months later, my mother gave birth to me, a girl, and everything changed. My father often gets angry because of me. In my memory, I don’t have the joy of sitting on my father’s shoulders, only the joy of following my mother and running in the fields. I am very familiar with my mother, but I am very unfamiliar with my father. In my impression, my father will always pat my head and show me a loving smile when he is proud. I remember one time, after I got first place in an exam, my mother hugged me and smiled so much that wrinkles appeared on her face: "My daughter has a bright future. She will make a lot of money in the future and let our family live a good life!" Dad sighed, Said: "It's a pity that she is a girl. No matter how much money she can make in the future, it belongs to others. Suddenly, the room was so quiet that you could hear the heartbeat. Because I am here, the family has lost a lot of laughter and has a trace of sadness; because there is Without me, my mother lost my father's love and received a lot of scolding and resentment; because of me, my mother was so angry that she could only swallow her tears; because of me, wrinkles crawled onto my mother's forehead prematurely... …This is all because I am here! In the beginning, because I was here, my mother was cared for more; now, because I am here, my mother is bullied; in the future, because I am here, my mother, you will live a better life than anyone else!