Have you ever doubted that you are not your own?

In this world, if someone loves us more than themselves, it is only parents. Everyone's growing history should have many sweet memories. But will there be some moments that will make you wonder: Are you a child of the Lao Wang family next door?

It is said that when my mother was pregnant with me, she met a fortune teller. The guy counted it with his fingers, then shook his head and told my parents with a sigh, "It's a girl!" " You can only have one girl in this belly! There are no children in the hit! "At that time, the neighbors smiled contemptuously and gloated. My father's face suddenly became a little worried. After all, it was still an era of strong feudal consciousness of preferring sons to daughters.

So when I was born, it seemed a little unhappy. Because I verified the fortune teller's first sentence: it's a girl! During that time, my father's face was always dark, and I didn't have the joy of being a father for the first time. Mother, however, is also full of dissatisfaction and breathlessness. She doesn't believe that she is so stupid. Is it true that she will never give birth to a boy?

Disembarking, the second child and the third child, the mother actually gave birth to two sons. Now, parents are very proud. But just because of the words of that damn fortune teller, I almost had a miserable childhood!

1 ?

I think it was when I was four or five years old. My father went out to work, and my mother went to the market to sell vegetables, so she took my eldest brother away and left me alone at home. In order to prevent thieves, my mother locked the door, so I had to play in the yard alone. At that time, the dilapidated house didn't even have a gate, only a low courtyard wall and a fence door that was always open. Like a watchdog, I wandered around the yard, watching ants move, playing with thin mud, and even catching lice for pigs lying under the window to enjoy the cool. Tired of playing, there was a big slate in the shade of the well, so I fell asleep on it. When my mother came back for dinner at noon, the shade had moved away and the sun was burning on my little body. My little face is red and my mouth is watering, and I still sleep soundly.

When I grew up, I recalled this bridge countless times, and my mother always said with infinite fear, "I was so stupid at that time!" " Why didn't I think of locking you in the house? "Fortunately, people were stupid at that time, so I slept outside for so long and was not taken away. ...

But do you think my treatment is the same as my own?

2

I don't remember when I started helping my mother wash the dishes. I only remember that in the first grade of primary school, I was still short. The wheat is ripe in June, and my parents work in the fields until dark every day, so it's almost eight o'clock in the evening every time I have dinner. I started washing dishes by the well in the yard with the pot and bowl in my arms. A switch was installed on the wall next to it to control the light bulbs in the yard. After washing, I tiptoed with my wet little hands to turn on the switch. The light went out, and I felt my little hands suddenly numb. I tried to press the switch again, so my little hand was numb again. I screamed and jumped away. I didn't understand why my hand would be numb when I touched the switch! After a short pause, I got up my courage and tried to close the switch, press the switch, close the switch, press the switch. Ha ha! My hands are not numb. Yeah! Later, I tried to do this several times, but I still don't understand why my hands are numb sometimes and sometimes not. (⊙ ⊙ B Khan)

I haven't dared to tell my parents about it until now. I'm just glad to think about it later. I'm really lucky that I didn't get electrocuted.

three

At that time, the Japanese TV series "Bi A Xin" (a TV series about girls' pain and growth) was very popular. So, every time I see a person squatting in the yard washing dishes, my neighbors start to tease me: "Look, you are the child your mother picked up, otherwise how can you work as young as A Xin?" Once, twice, every time I meet, my neighbors will say so, which makes me so sad! I cried while washing, feeling at a loss: did I really pick it up?

Under the teasing of neighbors who thought it was fun, I began to think: Did I really pick it up? So who are my real parents? Where are they? This problem has been bothering me, and I was very upset and depressed at an early age.

So when I didn't know what I had done wrong again, my mother began to scold me. For the first time, I got up the courage to express my grievances. "You scold me every day. Are you my real mother? Did you pick me up? " However, my question actually made my mother's face stiff, and I don't know why I always wanted to laugh. She said angrily, "I picked it up." Pick it up with the rag and go to your mother! "I burst into tears with a" wow ",sad and desperate. It turns out that this is really not my real mother! No wonder I'm always asked to wash the dishes and look after the children, but my biological parents, where are you? ...

four

In the following period of time, I often wander outside the house. Whenever I change into rags, I always look anxiously and timidly, but I'm not sure which one is my biological parents.

For a long time, my little heart was tortured by this harmless lie. Until later, my brother began to ask his mother questions: "Mom, where did I come from?" My mother smiled, too, and then said, "Your father went to your aunt's house and passed by a river. There was a big white goose in the river with a child on its back, so your father picked you up. " In fact, your own mother is the big white goose! "So, my brother frowned and pondered foolishly, wondering why his mother was a big white goose. After listening to this sentence, I suddenly feel very happy, because I don't understand that everything my mother said is a lie! Then, I should be her child!

As I grew up, I realized that my neighbors had no malice towards me. However, they don't know that it is fun for them, but it is unintentional harm for me.

I see, my boring father and irascible mother love me in their own way. Only at that time, young people were busy making a living, and they were not good at expressing their feelings. Sensitive, I could only guess their hearts by my naive ideas.

Today, I am far away from my parents. And every year on my birthday, I will definitely receive my father's first phone call in the early morning sunshine: "Nell, go buy yourself something delicious and have a good birthday." Such a sentence, I burst into tears.

And I, after becoming a mother, my son will ask me, "Mom, where am I from?" I will tell him calmly: "son, that's because my father gave my mother a seed, and then the seed slowly germinated and grew up in my mother's stomach." When mom 10 gave birth to a child, it was you, my baby! "