I wish I hadn't come to the self-report of Children from Family.

This is a newborn doll, not crying, not small. Everything is so quiet and beautiful, but there are endless nightmares waiting for him.

Both parents are farmers and pupils. The little boy grew up with his parents and never left. I rely on my mother very much, and because I look like a girl, people everywhere say, this is your daughter, which makes the little boy very embarrassed.

This family can be said to be the poorest in the village, and no one can afford it. Because mom and dad are incompetent, people around them look at each other with special respect. The little boy wants to go to other people's homes to play with his friends. If his parents don't give it to him, don't come to us for fear that his things will be dirty and stolen. Parents often go to the mountains to do farm work. When they are busy, they go out early and come back late. Little boys at home often have no food at noon. Whenever there is delicious food in the neighbor's house, he can only stand at the door of others' house and watch it. No one else will share it. Many times, the little boy in the back is a little conscious and knows that he is the object of rejection. As for why, he doesn't know.

One day, the little boy went out to play in his mother's liberation shoes. On the way, he was chased by an old woman, shouting and cursing why he was wearing his shoes. The little boy was in a panic and anxious, crying and running home to find his mother. When he got home, his mother also cried with anger.

On my way to school, I walked home while chatting with my friends. A man I saved told the little boy that you are not your father's own, and the little boy was not angry. Why are you not angry? Because in other people's mouths, he has heard similar words. As for the truth of the incident, he didn't know and didn't dare to ask his parents. He was afraid of asking, and he didn't know how to face the result of right or wrong. I feel very sad in my heart. People will always see him sitting by the river doing nothing.

At home, what he sees most is not his father's concern for his mother, nor his mother's consideration for his father, as if they were not husband and wife, arguing from the kitchen to the bedroom and from home to the outside. For the little boy, his mother loves him more, so the little boy is willing to follow his mother. At home, the little boy is actually very sensible and will help with housework, although he can't do anything.

People with dark skin and thin figure who seem to have been hungry for many days at first glance are actually chronically malnourished. He said very little, and he didn't dare to say hello to others when he passed by, for fear that others would ignore him.

Gradually, he grew up and had some ideas. The little boy often asks his mother why people are alive, and her mother tells her to eat and work. Silly boy, don't think so much, just be happy. However, the little boy is not happy to get it. He can't feel his father's love and the joy of childhood. Sometimes I feel bored, and I often have this idea: I wish I had never been to this world. But looking back at my parents doing housework, I hurried to help again. (To be continued)