Watch Douyin these two days, a man slapped the child away because the child threw the toy on him. It was really knocked away. Both of the child's feet flew up. The poor child even stretched out his hands to hug him. Most people will keep condemning this man for not being a thing after watching it. After I saw it, I felt more sad and sad. The child only experienced it once, and this was something I had to face almost every day before I left home at the age of sixteen. I'm also wondering why one person, or that group of people, can be so cruel?
There are too many cruelty in this world, but children, we must face it with it with strength!
I was born in a small village in the north. My dad just heard my crying, so he went home with a dark face and his hands behind his back. He threw my mother and I in the township health center and spent the night alone. Just because the nurse told him that I was a woman. At that time, a certain event was strictly investigated. The first child in the countryside was a woman, so I could only give birth to one more, and I also had an older sister. My dad wants to have a son. If he violates the policy and the village does not issue a homestead, he will not be able to build a new house. So he thought about it all night at home, but he didn't even report his household registration. He came to the health center early the next morning and took me and sent it directly out of the province, and sent it to his grandma's house, just pretending that he had not given birth to this daughter.
That's still winter
I stayed at my grandma's house for three months. My grandma is really nice to me. She didn't have the money to buy milk powder, so she fed it with rice for three months. But she was too old to take care of me for a long time, so my mother found her sister, my aunt, and sent me to my aunt's house. My childhood nightmare begins.
My aunt has two cousins at home. Of course, since I was a child, I thought they were my biological brothers. When I was a child, I always couldn't understand that other brothers were so kind to my sister, so I caught fish and ate them for them, and dug out bird nests for them to play with. Why do my brother just beat me, scold me, bully me, don’t give me food, block the doorstep and refuse to let me go home, and always drive me out. My aunt, my mother whom I have called for for sixteen years, once told me: "If you fight with your brother, no matter what the reason is, it is your fault! If you come to me for complaints, I will hit you!" She also said to her two brothers: "If you don't fight, don't fight. If you want to beat her, hit her to death!" Of course, it was me who hit me.
The most serious time, my second brother broke the upper half of my right arm. At the beginning, the whole family didn't care about it, and I didn't dare to tell anyone, so I endured the pain and went to school. After many days, my arm was swollen like a big radish, and my stepmother gave me two dollars to go to the barefoot doctor in the village to see it. After seeing this, the doctor rushed into our house as if he was so angry that he was scolding my mother and family. Why are you so cruel? Your bones are already dislocated. If you are a few days later, your arm will be ruined and you will be amputated! My stepmother was probably afraid that I would not be able to marry and stay at her house if I was disabled, or was scolded by the doctor and uncle, so she finally took me to the county hospital for treatment, and my arm was finally saved. If that doctor and uncle hadn't stood up for me, I would probably have to hold a stick with one hand to beg for food, haha.
In addition to being beaten, hungry, and cold, I also have to serve them all like the maids in the old society. My earliest memories were washing clothes, cooking, and feeding geese. It seemed that they never let me go out with other children in the village. By the way, my mother didn't give me the keys to the house, for fear that I would steal something to eat. I went home early after school, so I could only move bricks and sit at the door waiting for them to come back. After they opened the door, I quickly went to the fire room to wash vegetables and cook, and I would be scolded and beaten a little later. Sometimes I also want to act coquettishly with my parents like other classmates, and what I get is a beating. So, working in that home became my instinct. As soon as I was free, I immediately felt a deep sense of fear. I even thought that because I was a girl, that's what I should do. But when other female classmates told me that they did nothing at home and were not beaten, I felt strong confusion for the first time in my ignorant heart.
When I was twelve or twelve years old, my mother told me that I was not her biological child because she wanted to send me back to my mother's house.At that time, I felt that all the grievances and dissatisfactions had an explanation and a hope of solving them. I wanted to go to my real mother and tell her all the suffering I suffered here. But when I went to my second aunt, my biological mother, to complain, I found that my so-called biological mother was even colder to me than my mother. She didn't believe anything I said, or said that I lied and spread rumors, and asked my mother to take me back and teach me a good lesson. That's right, she didn't want me and drove me back. Maybe it was not delivered, or maybe it was angering my complaint. My mother beat me up after she got home, which made me regret coming to this world.
My mother and I are not bad people, they are both very good to their own children. By the way, my mother gave birth to two daughters in a row. The four of us sisters can be said to be the best revenge for my cruel dad. But they were all very nice to the three sisters who stayed at home and also provided them with college, and my third sister even went to graduate school. My two brothers were living well, and I saw it with my own eyes. Compared with anyone, my mother and I can be considered competent and excellent mothers, of course not to me. Everyone is so cruel and cruel to me, as if I really shouldn't have come to this world, I am the source of all sins.
Later, I was sixteen years old and found that some classmates could go to work, so I also resolutely left home. Of course, it was sent by my parents, and I went there secretly. At that time, I thought that even if I starve to death outside, I would still escape. My mother and my brother knew that I went to a tailor shop in the county to be an apprentice, so they went directly to find the tailor's master and said they would give her the monthly salary of 40 yuan. My master said, what should I do if my child eats? What to do if you buy toilet paper? My mother said it was up to you to take care of it! The master was very angry and drove me out of the tailor shop. I cried, but didn't go home. I borrowed money and ran to Guangdong with a classmate. The first stop was to work in an electronics factory in , Foshan , 600 yuan a month, including food and accommodation. For the first time, I felt an inexplicable sense of comfort, the feeling of being free from oppression, fear, and control, and the feeling of living like a person. I work very hard and happy. The squad leader also asked me, why are you still so happy in your work? Haha, how should I explain to her?
Is a lion loving or cruel? It depends on whether you are an antelope or a little lion
There are many more things, and writing about one million words is not enough. But I still admit that my two parents are good people at home. But I have also experienced it personally that a person's cruelty and viciousness can be without bottom line. Just like the lion in the animal world, it can love the little lions it has born into, but it is like hell for antelope and zebra .
I don't know why this is.
