Tell me about the way you get along with your parents.

The way I get along with my parents is that my mother only knows that I was a little princess when I was alive, and the way I get along with my father is that I miss my father very much and hate him very much when there are only two days in a year (from the second day to the fourth day)! I always wanted my father to pay attention to me. My father bought me a cake, a black blanket (warm-hearted father) and ribs once. I spend a short time with him, but I like to accompany him (even playing mahjong, it's good to have a father). When I grow up, I hide my Cinderella identity and work hard, thinking that if I have money, my father will like me. Give him 3.2 thousand all the time, and only give money when you meet, to satisfy your sense of victory! Later, he fell ill and was hospitalized! I closed the door without hesitation and went to the hospital to accompany him. My father has pneumonia, but I'm not afraid. My father is afraid of infecting me. I put on a mask and was tied up in the hospital. My father's indifference makes me shudder. I dare not go near them! Maybe I have always been a unloved child. I left and gave up my father who was already someone else's father!