I was laughed at when I went back to my parents' house without a car.

The article comes from a friend and is described in the first person.

My family, from the moment I got married, my family has become a familiar and unfamiliar place in my mind.

My parents have many children, one brother, me and two younger brothers. My brother has moved out of the city for a long time, and all three younger brothers live in their hometown with their parents. My brother and I are the two children who are least loved by their parents. In the third grade, my brother dropped out of school because his family had no money to read for him, so he went out early to do odd jobs for me to go to school.

My parents love my two younger brothers best. When I was in the fourth grade of primary school, I was not allowed to study, saying that I would save some money for my two younger brothers to study. I mowed pig grass at home for a year, went up the mountain to cut firewood and do farm work, and then went out as early as my brother to do odd jobs for my two brothers to go to school.

Among my parents' children, maybe they are in the same boat. My brother and I have the best feelings. Because I went out to do odd jobs very early, I have no feelings with my two younger brothers.

Many years later, I married a man with the same conditions as me. Although life is very hard, the couple work hard to make ends meet and support their families. After years of lonely struggle, my brother finally had his own home outside, found a virtuous wife, gave birth to two children, went to school and lived a good life. I have a good relationship with my brother, and I often contact him. I buy gifts for the Chinese New Year and go to his house to play.

The two younger brothers lived with their parents in their hometown, and built a house with the money sent back by my younger brother and me from work and the money borrowed by relatives. The new house was given to two younger brothers, and their parents lived in the old house.

The two sisters-in-law often quarrel about the house, so there is only one house, and the two brothers are half-and-half, but the two sisters-in-law are red-faced for that price difference!

I remember the first time I went back to my mother's house, my two sisters-in-law didn't say hello to me. I thought I didn't bring them many gifts, and said behind my back, "It's really not a man to dare to see me at my mother's house with such a few things."

In the face of their disgust and comments, I can only keep silent. I think I went back to my parents' house before, so there is no need to argue with anyone. Nothing is clear just looking at the argument, so I keep silent.

Every time I go back to my mother's house, I only stay for most of the day or even an hour or two. I put down my things and left. Sometimes I don't even eat, and my two sisters-in-law won't let me eat. Although my two younger brothers told me to "sit at home more and eat before leaving."

Because of the two sisters-in-law's face, I still said, "No, no, I'm in a hurry. I will sit more when I have time. "

People can't afford to be poor, but they have to be rejected and looked down upon by people as poor as themselves. My parents don't like my sister-in-law and their comments on me are kept in mind, but after all, I live with two sisters-in-law and can't say anything about them.

My mother had to say to me, "Those two women are neither fuel-efficient nor good generations. You'd better come back less or not in the future to avoid being bullied by them. "

Although my mother was not very kind to me when I was a child, this time I can see that she really told me this for my own good.

However, in order not to be bullied, how can we not go back to our parents' home to visit our elderly parents?