When my father forced my mother to ask my fourth aunt for a job, I couldn't help but talk back to him. He hit my stomach with his crutch. It hurt so much. My mother was scared and said she would do what he said. Only then did he calm down.
I don't know when I started to hate him. It's probably because of what Teacher Ruan said, little by little, it adds up to a lot.
From the first time he beat me, he didn't let me study, he often beat and scolded my mother, and he threatened my mother to beat my sister to death...
I dislike him more and more and hate him more and more.
The hatred even exceeded the hatred I had for my grandma before.
My grandma never let me eat enough, but she made me study. My dad only beat and scolded our whole family.
When my grandmother passed away, I kowtowed to her with all my heart. Although she was not very good to us, we children were truly grateful to her for allowing us to go to school. When we sent her off, we cried sincerely.
I couldn't understand my dad any more.
He clearly claimed that he was the most filial person, and his legs and feet had obviously healed, but he didn't even want to kneel down to his grandmother.
It doesn’t matter, if he doesn’t kneel, I will.
Teacher Ruan said that the grudges of adults should not involve children. We have the purest hearts and should do the cleanest things. We should do what we think we should do.
After sending my grandmother away, I felt that life at home became easier and easier. My father found a job with the help of my fourth uncle, and my mother also worked for my fourth aunt.
I sell buns in my spare time. My fourth aunt gives me commission, and I earn more than my mom. My mom is very happy, and my dad is also very happy. But at the same time, he also scolds my mom for being useless. Not only does she not earn as much as my mom and aunt, she also earns less than me.
I wanted to argue with him, but my mother stopped me.
I don’t know when my dad started to like playing cards. He often went out to play cards and never came back. He lost all the money we earned, and he still went out every day.
One day I woke up in the middle of the night and found my mother crying. She was crying very quietly and was trying hard to suppress her cries. Teacher Ruan said that the word was suppression.
I don’t know if he was afraid of waking us up or waking up dad.
I hugged my mother secretly and scared her.
At first she refused to say anything, saying that children should not meddle in adults' affairs.
It was only after I appealed to her emotions and explained the situation to her with reason that she cried and told me that her father had an affair with a widow in the village while playing cards outside, and used the money we earned to support the widow.
I was definitely shaking all over at the time, I don't know if it was because of the cold or anger. Looking at my drunk father sleeping unconscious on the bed, I wanted to whip him to death.
My mother told me to pretend I didn’t know and said that my father just made a mistake and he would come home when he realized he was wrong.
As a result, not long after, I heard my mother arguing with my father. My mother, who was always gentle and obedient in front of my father, argued hysterically with my father for the first time.
I understood that the widow who was in love with my father was pregnant, just like Fourth Aunt, and had a child in her belly.
I rushed out to reason with my father and told him that what he did was wrong. As a result, he beat both my mother and I. Because my mother tried to protect me, she was beaten even harder.
He said he would just beat us to death and marry that widow as his wife.
How could he say such a thing?
I didn't tell anyone about this, including my favorite teacher, Mr. Ruan. I wanted to solve it myself.
Who knew that my mother had a fever the next day. She went to pick grass leaves while having a fever. She was found by Fourth Aunt and others, who helped to reduce her fever and gave us porridge and food to eat.
I also asked my mother to bring some porridge back for my sister.
Who knew that when we got home and mom just opened the lunch box and let my sister eat porridge, and was about to make breakfast for dad, dad got angry.
He knocked over the lunch box, picked up his sister and tried to throw her to the ground.
The mother caught my sister and held her while she was beaten.
In a fit of rage, I pushed him to the ground. Seeing his ferocious look, he wanted to get up and continue hitting me. I was so scared that I picked up a stool and smashed it on his head.
He fell to the ground and glared at me. I was so scared that I grabbed the pillow on the bed and covered his face with it, crying and smothering him.
He... is dead?!
I... don't have a father anymore?!
My mind went blank, I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to kill him, I didn't want to kill anyone...
My mother was also terrified, but she was afraid because she was worried that I would be shot.
She hid me in a corner, and when someone came, she said she had beaten my father to death. She said she couldn't stand my father beating her anymore.
But why was it her? It was obviously me, I was the beast who killed people...
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