What I said to my mother

These words, I don't want my mother to see, but I hope she can see it.

Mom, I hate growing up. I found that in the passage of time, the temper sent to you is getting bigger and bigger. Sometimes, I can't control myself. I really want you to hurry away. I hate to bicker with you during the rebellious period, but I can't control it.

I know that your temper is also bad. If you don't move, you will say a few words. Although it is a reminder to me, your tone makes me irritated, makes me feel upset, and makes me accidentally talk back to you. But almost I still can't fight you, every time I am defeated and crying. Sometimes, I thought about it in my heart. We are so close together, obviously the closest to the blood, but not as friendly as the strangers on the two streets. Nothing is friendly, not to mention anything intimate.

Every time you quarrel with you, you will always say that you have raised me in white, but the children who have worked hard have grown up to talk to her. When you say that when I raise an adult, you don’t do anything. Take care of me all day, take the meal behind me, and yell at me for dinner. I understand, I understand, I have no doubt about your love for me, I will not marry your love for me. My heart, don't hate you, no matter when, how can I hate you? It's not blood, it's not a name, it's love, I take your love as a dependency.

In fact, you are also very concerned about me. Every time I quarrel, I am not distressed. I care about me and whisper. How can I have a quarrel? I am quarreling with you. It’s all I’m looking for. Hey, I just can’t help but say a few words. You’re talking loudly, I’ve known it for a long time.

Mom, what about treating these as a child?

These words, I dare not tell you, this is completely different from the image I have in front of you, I am afraid to let you see the side of my fragile heart, this is also a kind of reluctance.

First day: Ye Qing