Not in the 1980s, I was born in a poor, but loving family in the early 1990s! My father doesn't have much culture. He can only do what he can to maintain three meals a day. The mother is a mentally ill patient. It is said that when the mother was on the streets, the father who was picked up took home, and then there was my existence her latest blog | see this page | browse around this website | check here | visit this site | . !

My arrival has added a lot of joy to this "special" family, but also added more pressure to my father! Even if life is very difficult, my father never said a lot of tiredness in front of us, no matter how hot the outside sun is, no matter how fierce the storm is, day after day, every day, every day, every day in the garbage dump In the corner, I have been wearing many holes and shoes, and I have been sewed at the highest point of my life, and I am doing the most humble thing in my life! Endure the passers-by to cast a strange look, pointing, ridicule, all look down! For me, for the mother, the father gnashed his teeth to support the home!

When I was six years old, I looked at the children of the same age and continued to carry my schoolbags. I went to the school to learn knowledge and looked at the backs of their departures. I hope that I can enter the school one day. Looking back, the mother who smirked at me, a grass house that seemed to collapse in the wind, a father who was overwhelmed by life, could not help but burst into tears, the father next to the corner took my thoughts From the moment, he seems to work harder. He knows that if he only relies on garbage, he will not be able to get rid of the label of "poverty" in this life, let alone the head! Soon after, the father learned that a boss had contracted the work place. His father bought a fruit that he couldn’t even think about. The meat came to visit, the boss did not buy it, the father gave up the dignity that the man should have, and begged the boss to give himself a job. Perhaps the father’s sincerity touched the boss. Finally, the father was willing to work on a construction site. He also did the most tired and hard work. The difference was personality and dignity received corresponding respect!

Not only after, I finally got to the school road. I know that it is not easy for my father to support this family. Therefore, I study harder than others and try not to cause trouble to my father. Because the family is poor, it is relying on weak oil lamps for many years. Illuminate every quiet and dark night! Once I accidentally told my father, if there is a bright table lamp at home, it will be easier to learn. After a few days, a beautiful and white table lamp will be reflected in my eyes. Unspeakable, my father saw my satisfied expression and smiled! Every day after that, the light that my father gave me, spend every day and night with me! As everyone knows, in order to satisfy my small wish, my father secretly bought a small amount of blood on his body, and behind the unremarkable lamp, there is a history of men’s blood and tears. It is full of father’s deep affection for his daughter. Love!

At that time, the school was eating Chinese food because it was far away, and it was eaten at school. My mouth was awkward and eating was a symbolic bite. After my father knew it, every day before I left school, I would either fry an egg or fry a pork, or do it. The fish is warm in the pot. After I go home from school, I can taste the delicious food, but I don’t know. When I was yummy, my father was eating the rest of the risotto with cold dishes. Like a stone hoe!

After entering high school, I saw girls of the same age dressed up every day, dressed in fashionable and decent clothes, swaying in front of my eyes, the heart of beauty in my heart, born! Since then, I have learned to lie, taking all kinds of tuition and fees, food expenses, taking my father's money (now think about it, I really should be a thousand knives), and my father never asks why, it will be full of me. greedy!

In the summer of the freshman year, because I had to join the classmates, I had no money in my hand, my father happened to be away from home, and I thought of my father’s place of work. I was excited to stride to find my father. The construction site was very dirty and seemed dangerous. The father squatted and stepped through the hard drive of a brick-filled cart. The fiery flame shone on his father’s thin and thin body. The sweat dripped down his father’s cheek and dripped down. Desperately move forward! Maybe he is too old, or his footsteps can't keep up with the pace of young people. A boss who is older than me slowly walks over to his father, and his momentum is arrogant and yelling at my father. You are How do you do it, do something so slow, are you racing with the turtle? My father lowered his head and looked like a child who had done something wrong. He even apologized. When I saw this, I was in tears. For me, for this father, I was so humiliated and persistent, and I persisted in this one. The family of chicken feathers, and what have I done for my father?

After growing up overnight, I have never asked my father for any money, and I have to work hard. Whenever I have a holiday, I will work part-time for odd jobs and earn tuition fees. I will think of a school when I am too tired to breathe. For a man to go to school, a man can lose his dignity and go down to seek a job. Only for a daughter can have a chance to learn. When I think of my father buying a lamp for a lamp, my father is dizzy for a while, only A little wish for my daughter, when I think of it, when I eat the sweet food of the citron, what is my dear father eating again? A pile of poems poured into my mind, and my father used his most unique way to get the daughter's happiness! Father, with his humbleness, shelters his daughter from the wind and rain, and grows up healthy under the blessing of his father! My efforts are only to get rid of the dust that my father used to, wash away the humiliation that once was, go to the humbleness of the past, and never want to see that my father was reprimanded by someone who is almost the same age as me. My father’s situation is in the past. The dark face is like a child who is making mistakes. It is so helpless and pity! Discover More Here | Visit Your URL | click this link now | published here | navigate to this site