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I used to think that I could tolerate, be indifferent and stay out of it, but I can't seem to do it.
They quarreled again today, because nothing matters. The important thing is that they quarreled fiercely, from the room to the hall. I stood by as if I were watching a movie that I had watched hundreds of times. I want to turn off the phone, but I can't find the button.
The same ending, dad slammed the door, mom was on the sofa, and my brother was hiding in the corner of the balcony. I can imagine him biting his lower lip and trying not to make a sound. Born in this family, I don't know whether to cry or laugh. Is this God's encouragement to me?
I called dad. Tell him he has something to discuss. My heart sank when I looked at two people sitting together, but I didn't want to ask Hou. As soon as I rushed out of the house, it began to rain outside. Tears when I wanted to cry were silent, but they penetrated into my heart.
I walked for a long time, spinning in the same place. I think they are too selfish, because they love each other and want to be together, but because they can't get along, they make each other victims.
Unconsciously, I walked to a telephone booth, and on the other side of the pavilion lay an old man in rags. I reached into my pocket and found only one coin, which was saved at breakfast today. I went to the roadside public telephone supermarket and picked up the phone to dial. I have few friends, the only one is my mother's number.
"Hello, son?" There was a voice, "Go home quickly."
Tears trickled down and fell to the ground, breaking into dozens of pieces. I'm just a fish that accidentally landed, and my skin is chapped by the sun. I am eager for a spray to pull me back to the sea.
It turns out that under the strong shell, there is such a fragile me. It turns out that I am so eager to have a happy family.
Dad, mom, can you give me a happy home?