However, such a small wish was brutally deprived by God. ...
When I was six years old, my biological father died young because of alcoholism. Later, my mother married my stepfather. He is a very good man with a good temper and a kind heart. He treats me and my brother like his own children. He never hits us or mistreats us. He seems to treat us better than my brother.
I don't know how others feel about stepparents. When I think of myself at that time, although I agree with myself, I just can't shout "Dad" on my lips. When I shout occasionally, it is only when my primary school is at home for the New Year.
I never thought that one day he would suddenly disappear into my life, that was in the winter of my senior three.
I have lived on campus since junior high school. In high school, I even left my school thousands of kilometers away from home. Starting from home, I took the train for three days and three nights. I remember when I was a freshman, no one at home sent me. At the age of sixteen, I left home alone, dragging my suitcase, carrying my schoolbag, carrying my bag in my hand and carrying my new mobile phone.
Did I meet one or two sworn enemies when everyone was a student? I just entered the first year of high school and lived happily in the same dormitory with two roommates. The other two girls have very good conditions at home. My family is ordinary at best, and I don't even have a well-off life. My clothes were worn for a long time, and I didn't know what to wear at that time. Now look at the photos at that time, I am an out-and-out local girl.
In the second week after I moved in, there was an incident of stealing money in the dormitory. At that time, the girl asked me directly if I took it. I remember crying. Later, she often lost money. When I do my homework, I can always hear them whispering.
Even once, I found two people and four people in other dormitories questioning me together. At that time, I really felt that the world was so dark, why I became a thief inexplicably.
At that time, I finally couldn't help crying and calling home, saying that I didn't want to go to school. My mother and stepfather tried to comfort me on the phone. I didn't tell them the truth, only that I was homesick. My taciturn stepfather finally found the telephone number of the head teacher and asked her to call me. At that time, I felt the warmth from home and the warmest backing from my father.
In the second year of high school, my stepfather, who had been unwell, was diagnosed with uremia and began a long dialysis treatment. When I came home from my sophomore year, I saw him as thin as a bone. Because of his long-term treatment, I can only go home once a month to see my mother and my brother.
After the final exam last semester, I received a phone call from my mother, saying that he left a few days ago and the whole person was tortured by illness. I remember that I didn't cry at that time, just like seeing my own father buried. I didn't shed a tear.
Life is like this, there will always be all kinds of accidents. Since then, our family has become a family of four. It is said that drama comes from life, but sometimes I think life itself is drama. Freshman winter vacation, I finally went home for the first time in seven years, but my mother was diagnosed with cervical cancer. I went back to school half a month late that winter vacation to take care of my mother who was undergoing chemotherapy in the hospital.
My home, like a thatched cottage, can't stand any storms, but it happened that two serious illnesses happened. The thatched cottage tottering in the wind and rain has several big holes, so it is easy for the wind and rain to break in.
My mother, who has recovered from a serious illness, can't do any more heavy work, and she can't do any more. At that time, there were two college students and one pupil at home, and they had no financial resources. My brother borrows money to pay tuition, I rely on government subsidies, and my family depends on subsistence allowances. My younger brother is also taken care of by his grandparents in his hometown, and the family is separated.
Later, my mother learned to drive a tricycle, so she drove herself to the county to pick up cardboard boxes. She usually earns more than 2000 yuan a month, which is enough for her to live alone. Although she is a little lonely, she can still make a living through her daily work.
Now the whole country is under the slogan of getting rid of poverty, and all regions are striving to develop their economies and get rid of the label of poverty. My small county is also striving for the upper reaches, striving to reduce the proportion of poor people in our county and improve people's living standards as soon as possible.
Just after the Spring Festival in 20 18, we made great efforts to rectify the appearance of the county, banned all three-wheeled electric vehicles, especially those who picked up cartons, not only impounded the cars, but also sealed all the places in the county where carton waste was collected and moved out within a time limit. It is even rumored that electric tricycles cannot appear in the county seat.
My mother, in this case, the car was detained after selling the cartons.
My mother's eyes turned red as soon as I came back today. She sobbed and told me that the man said in the morning that he could drive back at night, but he wouldn't let him back at 10 pm. She said that the man just wouldn't open the door.
There is no one in the county who picks things up with an electric tricycle like my mother. This county seems to be more modern than before.
My mother can't do heavy work and she can't be too tired. Working for others is very troublesome and tiring. She still wants to live happily for two years. She doesn't know what she can do. She is illiterate, uneducated and doesn't know how to live. Every day when she wakes up, she needs money to buy food, eat, rent, water and electricity.
My brother has worked for two years, and he just paid off the student loan this year. On weekdays, he gave my brother and me some money and bought some things. I have little left. I am a senior this year, and I am busy looking for a job and writing a thesis.
I never knew life was so hard. Every time I am full of hope, there will always be various accidents that knock you down. Let me think about what the problem is, why life is so hard, and why a good life has become so fragile in just a few years.