Post Date December, 03 2023
That day when I came home from work, I pushed open the door and saw a pair of men's sports shoes appear in front of me. Since two years of divorce, there have been almost no men at home, so these sneakers inevitably make me nervous and scared.
The door of my 17-year-old daughter's room was ajar, and there was laughter coming from inside. I called her name softly, but did not answer me. Pushing open the door of my daughter's room, I saw a boy with messy hair playing computer games with her. My daughter didn't even turn her head and said, 'I'm hungry!'!
I have been married for more than ten years and have been constantly beaten and scolded by my husband. Perhaps it was because of my weakness, or perhaps it was because I had to take care of this family. I have been enduring this for so many years, but in the end, my husband still abandoned our mother and daughter, and my daughter became all my hope.
In the kitchen, I saw my daughter and a boy coming out of the room, the boy carrying me on his back. My daughter put her hand on the boy's shoulder and walked out the door, talking and laughing. I was a bit confused and panicked, asking my daughter to prepare for dinner, but she said she didn't want to eat anymore.
The teacher had already told me about my daughter's love affair at school, hoping that the school and parents would cooperate. After all, the college entrance examination was about to face, but my daughter couldn't listen at all. That day, when she was in a hurry, she said to me, "If you don't find a man, don't I?" Angry, I gave my daughter a hard slap. With this slap, my daughter never returned home for a week.
Daughter, you are too immature. Do you know the hard work of being a mother? After all, you are only 17 years old. Don't be foolish and do things that you will regret for a lifetime! Finally, although my daughter returned home with my kind words and even begging, she clearly felt that she was deliberately distancing herself from me. I thought to myself that as long as I could see my daughter every day, I would feel a little more at ease. But who is the boy who came home today? I can tell that the boy doesn't look like his daughter's classmate. Is this boy... I don't want to think about it, but my heart is filled with cramps.
That night, I had a heated argument with my daughter again. So what if it's just my boyfriend? "My daughter repeated this sentence in front of me over and over again, provocatively, and I couldn't help but cry. With a loud bang, my daughter slammed the door and I burst into tears.
The next day, I found out from my daughter's teacher that the boy with messy hair was what my daughter referred to as "boyfriend". This boy is the same age as his daughter and is a student from another school. Later, I searched around and found this boy, whose mature appearance is not suitable for his age.
I earnestly hope that the boy will not continue like this and not delay his great learning time, after all, the path of life has just begun. The boy remained silent and ended up making me very uninteresting.
But who could have expected that this conversation with the boy sparked even more intense arguments between my daughter and me, and she said fiercely to me, "You wait, I'll take him home tonight
The boy did come, and I almost begged my daughter not to do this, but her daughter shouted at me at the top of her voice: "Don't mind me!" Then she asked the boy to tell me in front of me that they would apply for a marriage certificate as long as they reached the legal age. The boy actually said that. I was so angry that I wanted to cry without tears. "Pa" - I came forward and gave my daughter a hard slap.
The daughter covered her flushed face, not crying, but actually sneered.
My daughter pulled the boy and slammed the door into her room, while I stood at the door, dumbfounded. In a moment, my daughter unexpectedly came out of the room... I don't know how to say it. My daughter moaned loudly and exaggeratedly like a demonstration, with a sound like a sharp blade, cutting my heart with a knife. I wanted to rush up and smash my daughter's door open, but the door was never closed. In front of me, the boy's naked back burned my eyes like a white light
That night, I had every thought of dying. Oh my goodness, why are you punishing me like this?
(Intern Editor: Cai Junyi)
