Growing up, I was often beaten at home. To be fair, I am a very weak and honest child. I am often beaten because I lost my pen and red scarf at school, and I didn't pass the exam. I am often beaten in the face. I feel very insulting to my dignity (even though I didn't clearly realize what dignity is at that time). Parents have a bad relationship. Father is manic, his mood is good and bad, and he loves money very much. When he was in a bad mood, he was depressed all the time, and his family was particularly depressed. When he gets angry, he makes a hullabaloo about and starts work. I am careful at home.
What impressed me was not warmth and happiness, but fear, depression, violence and quarrel, so I have never experienced the feeling of homesickness since I left home from high school. I went to college until I went abroad, and almost every time I went home, I saw my father and mother arguing. Mostly because my father doesn't like my mother, which is not good. All trivial things can make me angry and cold-blooded.