Parents Who Don’t Love Me, I Don’t Want Them Anymore

"It doesn't look like me."

"Go back and pack up to find a few broken bowls to beg for food!"

Hearing this, my mother immediately argued with her as if she didn't see me. "What do you mean, sister-in-law?"

"Why are you always so enigmatic for me?"

"Yes, to you!"

I was squeezed into the living room by them and didn't know where to stay for a while.

It wasn't that my aunt's house was dirty and messy. The cement floor downstairs in the countryside and the tile floor upstairs had always been clean, but I had never seen such a floor that was cleaned and waxed.

It was unknown when the two of them had finished arguing and my aunt had left.

"Daddy."

I called the tall man sitting on the sofa.

"Yes," he replied neither coldly nor warmly.

Before I could call her mom, she reached out to hook my collar and pulled me to the back of the sofa and said disgustedly, "You’re from the dirty countryside, so don't sit on my sofa."

This was the first day I came to this strange house.

At first, I thought my mother was just like this.

Grandma told me to forgive her, saying that she just didn't know how to be a mother.

Not long after, she got pregnant and gave birth to my younger sister.

She coaxed her to sleep gently and the water temperature for making milk must be more than 40°. My younger sister didn't wear disposable diapers, but traditional nappies. And she said that only pure cotton diapers could stick to her skin and make her feel comfortable.

After washing up, she had to bask in the sun. When she took the nappy back at night, it would be good when it felt warm.

Only then did I realize that she knew how to be a mother.

But she didn't know how to be my mom.

She felt that washing dishes was very hurtful to her hands.

So, since I came to this house, I had been washing dishes and mopping the floor. When my sister was born, I was the one who washed her nappies.

My mom threw the newly changed nappy into my small washbasin.

"You're quite obedient, and you’re not a freeloader."

I felt a stab of pain in my heart. In the past, no matter how much my aunt disliked me, she had never said that I lived off of nothing at home.

"Mom, this is my basin."

"So what? Can't we use it?" She took it for granted.

She completely forgot that when she and my dad bathed my sister last night, she told my dad carefully, "Children are very delicate, so the small basin for washing butts can't be used to wash their faces. The small basin for bathing is only for bathing. If you want to wash clothes and your smelly socks, be careful and don't use the baby’s!"

My sister was very good at acting cute, but in fact, she was not very obedient.

Every summer and winter vacation, she would postpone her homework and finish it until the last day.

I was often asked to help her do her homework.

I was seven years older than her. When she was in the third grade of primary school, I was already in my first year of high school.

There was a lot of pressure in high school. At that time, the pressure had not yet been reduced for the students. Everyone felt the peer pressure, and the students of the key schools had even greater pressure.

We had almost no winter or summer vacation.

"All these years, in order to curry favor with them, to rank, to win the bonus and use less of their money.

In every exam, I strived for the first place.

I held the prize money for the first place. When I took the certificate home, she always took the prize money lightly and said perfunctorily, "Not bad."

I had an appendicitis during my second year of high school, and my face was pale with pain.

My teacher was so scared that she called home again and again.