The little girl was eight years old and understood.
One day, the little girl asked her father, "Daddy, where did Mommy go? Why do all the other kids have a mommy and I don't? Daddy, tell me!" Dad sat there without saying a word, after a long time, silence, still silence. There was only the sound of the little girl crying all around. This time, she got anxious and clamored for her mommy: "Daddy, tell me, where did mommy go? Where did Mommy go? I want my mommy." Silence, still silence. Tick-tock.... Tik-Tak, the only sound that could be heard around was the sound of tears falling from her swollen eyes. She, missed her mom! Maybe, he thought the only way to make her mom come to see her was to cry, and only by crying would dad tell her that her mom was there.
After that, her father went to work outside, and the little girl lived with her grandfather every day. Perhaps, under the care of her grandfather, she gradually forgot about her mother, and grew up carefree under his care.
But one day, that carefree life was finally broken.
In a composition class, the teacher told everyone to write a composition with the title 'My Mom', when she heard the title, she was stunned. In a flash, tears ticked down. He didn't know what to do, much less imagine. The next day, her essay was not turned in, and the teacher scolded her in public "Since then, it made her an instant tool for their scorn. She also became the only one who was ridiculed by her classmates as "a wild child without a mother." Gradually, she realized that her classmates began to alienate her. There was only one person who was willing to play and talk to her. Once she asked that girl, "Why are you so nice to me? Aren't you afraid they'll talk about you?" The girl smiled and shook her head. This incident, the little girl did not say anything to anyone, only silently laughed at by her classmates.
But the little girl knew, after she watched that TV, she knew everything, her own irrationality is useless, her own inferiority complex is useless. Because no mother need not be too sad, no mother does not mean that their lives have lost color, lost the light before
When she knew all this. That year, she was 12 years old.
She changed environments, changed schools. But she didn't look inferior in front of those white swans and princes, because she said, "A child without a mother is just as precious and happy. Although like an ugly duckling, but very happy, very happy." Yes! The ugly duckling can become a beautiful white swan, let alone her.
When the parent-teacher conference was held, she specially called her aunt (stepmother) to attend it, she was not inferior anymore, it was as if she wanted to show off in front of her classmates that she had finally become a beautiful white swan! She had her own happiness, she was very good to her. Facing the envious eyes, that envious expression of her classmates, she cried once more! And this time, it wasn't because of her low self-esteem or ridicule. Rather, she had found her happiness.
Next year, she should be 15 years old. I think what awaits her should be a happy, joyful door that will always be open for her. After so many tears, what she wants most is for her mom to read this essay, so that she remembers that she still has a daughter like her. Let her mom know that her daughter is working hard.
Perhaps the little girl was thinking, "Many, many years from now, her efforts will be successful. What a touching scene for mother and daughter to meet."
That girl, that's me .