The most common thing I have to say is my mother. I have always regarded this "prejudice" of my mother as my love for me. But my mother certainly wouldn't think of such a question. Could it be that I was furious when I was born?

If my mother knew that I asked her like this, she would definitely not be happy, or even very unhappy! But when people are alive, they have to defend themselves. My bad temper is directly related to the family atmosphere since childhood. This sounds like shirking responsibility, but in fact, I am talking about the root of the matter.

Although my family is not rich, it is still fine to have enough food and clothing. The quarrels between my parents have been lingering in my ears. It was not until I started working, stayed away from my hometown, and stayed away from my parents that my parents’ constant quarrels gradually faded.

When I was a child, when my parents started to quarrel and scold, I always watched quietly, trying to find the right side and take the team. However, I have never been able to succeed in taking the team because the adult world is too complicated, and I can't tell which side is a good person and which side is a bad person. I only know that they are my favorite relatives, and it is not right for me to favor anyone.

I remember one time before dawn, my parents started to quarrel over trivial matters. Faced with my parents' blushing scolding, my brother and I were at a loss and had to endure it from the perspective of a third party and remained silent. The war of verbal continued until we were about to go to school. As the smell of gunpowder became stronger and stronger, my tender heart continued to explode. I thought about finding explosives to die together so that the world could quieten.

I can clearly hear the footsteps of other students, and there is no lack of anxiety in the chaos. I want to go to school in a harmonious atmosphere. However, the war at home is continuing to heat up and has developed to the point of starting a move!

I was disappointed!

My younger brother left quietly with his schoolbag on his back. I decided to stay and go to school after solving this war. Obviously I didn’t have enough ability to deal with all this. The more I mixed in, the more they became more and more excited they became. My father paused in the middle and asked me to go to school and not take care of housework. I stubbornly rejected this advice. I thought, it must not be for my good. If it were for my good, I wouldn’t have been chatting endlessly! At that moment, my head was about to explode!

I couldn't stop the conflict between my parents, and I went to school amid my father's scolding. I felt extremely sad while walking on the road. This was not an occasional verbal battle, but such a scene would happen every now and then. Sometimes I even wonder if I would lose my family and my parents' love because of a conflict between my parents...

My parents will never understand the pain that their conflicts bring to my children. Over time, my personality and temper have changed a lot. The sunshine in my heart gradually becomes dark, and the burning enthusiasm gradually fades away. Over time, it adds some irritability and impatientness to my temper.

Of course, there may be some factors that have no direct connection with the influence of the family, but the impact of the family on a person cannot be completely ruled out. May parents in the world think carefully, and your words and deeds directly affect the growth and health trend of their children.

My parents created me, educated me, and made me up such a me! Just as my mother blamed me, I was so weird.

In front of my parents, I have to take the blame. But in front of all parents in the world, I cannot take the blame. I feel deeply responsible. Perhaps there are a large number of children who are shrouded in disagreement and contradictions.
Chapter completed!