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My father, with a serious face, sat high above the dining table, holding chopsticks in his left hand, and inspecting the surrounding children with his eyes. The second mother was eager to send the fish to my father's bowl, and my mother was still busy in the kitchen. chores.
I remember my childhood. It’s not that my father didn’t love me. Although there were many brothers and sisters, my father would still take the boys to play, teach us to ride bicycles, and teach us to swim. Fast and good, my elder brother and younger brother are not as good as me. At that time, I was loved by three thousand people!
After I went to middle school, in my adolescence, my appearance changed from a handsome and cute boy to a handsome boy with a heroic look, but I don’t know why?But my father's attitude gradually alienated me as my appearance changed.
Not only did my father no longer like me, but he was always picky and troubled me everywhere. I used to wonder if I was my father's real son?But I didn't dare to ask my mother, for fear of hurting the mother who worked hard and silently devoted herself to this family.
In order to avoid my father's unhappiness and affect the family's interest in life, I gradually learned how to avoid myself.Leaving my father's sight became my only choice back then.However, at the dinner table, I couldn't avoid my father's sharp eyes.
My seat is on the right side of my father, but my father is a left-handed person, so I can't avoid getting troubled.Eight brothers and sisters, but I must be the messenger to add food to my father, because I am sitting on the right hand side of my father, whenever he holds the empty bowl in his right hand, the empty bowl will appear on my forehead between the bridge of the nose.
I immediately put down the bowls and chopsticks in my hand, and went to add more food for my father in fear, pretending to be more and less. I carefully figured out my father's appetite for the day and weighed it every day, and I was often rejected by my father.Even though he scolded him, my father never asked the children next to him to feed him. I really don't know, did my father value me at the beginning?Still tossing me?
There are many children, the two wives seem to be competing to have children, and the second mother's flattery and deliberate flattery of the father is beyond comparison of the typical mother of traditional women.At this time, the mother was still busy in the kitchen, but the second mother was sitting at the dining table to eat.
My father stipulated that my mother divide our meals into portions, and each of us ate the dishes on the plate in front of him. The children are troubled by picking up vegetables.
I remember most clearly. That year, when I was just in the second year of junior high school, I always had a habit of eating dinner one night. When eating, I would save my favorite fish and shrimp for the last. There were still two unpeeled shrimps on the plate, but when my father asked me to help him add rice, when I returned to my seat, the shrimps on my plate were gone!What's even more strange is that when I turned around after adding rice, I saw my father's chopsticks pick up the shrimp on my plate and gave it to the second mother's youngest son!
I am baffled and angry!However, he dared not ask his father.
I remember this incident clearly, and I believe I will never forget this scene in my life.Since then, I started to hate my father, because my father took the shrimp that should belong to me to my second mother's younger brother.
Especially when I was working for my father at the time, not only did he not encourage me, but he also exploited the food that originally belonged to me. My father was too partial.Whether I am his biological child or not, this doubt has always been buried in my heart, maybe my personality is too stubborn, no one asks, even my own biological mother, I am unwilling to resort to grievances.
The second mother is getting more and more powerful at home, the mother is not her opponent at all, and the father is obviously partial, only good for the four children born to the second mother.
Although I don't care about the affairs between them adults, one night, I clearly heard my elder sister telling my mother:
"Mom, it's all caused by the second mother. I saw the ghost drawing symbols that the second mother got from somewhere? It was burnt to ashes, mixed in chicken soup and given to my father, so my father became a different person. My heart has gone to the second mother's bed, and the five of us, mother and son, will become the thorn in my father's side, the thorn in my flesh!"
I was thinking about what my elder sister said, no wonder the second mother secretly burned the yellow mounting paper (similar to the gold paper used for goodbye) in the kitchen that night. As for whether the second mother was mixed in the hot chicken soup, because I I was in a hurry to pee, and I didn't see it with my own eyes, so I don't know.But that wasn't the only explanation why my father hated me.
My classmate Ah Zhi, who is also my cousin, secretly told me that it was his father who said:
"The whole family is just this kid, Ah Xing, who is the most handsome and handsome. He doesn't look like the old man at all, and he doesn't look like any of the other seven brothers and sisters. No wonder the old man suspects that this kid isn't his kind. No wonder! For a well-behaved, sensible and handsome kid like Ah Xing, the old man just hates him the most!"
This statement is even more terrifying than the previous one. What are ghost symbols?
I recalled how my father and my second mother often stared at me with vicious eyes. The second mother was jealous, but my father was really not proud of having a handsome son.The big question mark?It is the cross of my whole life, I have to carry the cross of my whole life, but can I ask my mother?Can I ask my mother?can iCan?