What's the compliment you've ever heard that hurts you the most?

I have been more introverted since I was a child, perhaps because of this, so my heart is also more delicate. Other people's eyes are very concerned about some comments from the outside world, but being too sensitive is not a good thing. Sometimes the words and actions of others can stir up a thousand waves in my heart, and my mood easily fluctuates because of other people's every move. Until now, although I have been trying to change, the recognition of others is still very important to me.

So I'm glad I have a good father. Dad always thinks that good children talk big. Growing up, when I hated the world countless times, my father encouraged me again and again, which made me feel gloomy and gloomy, but I still saw the sunshine. Dad seldom blames me no matter what happens, but praises me in different ways. I remember the most and have the greatest influence on me. My dad praised me directly. This happened in primary school, which can be said to have changed my view of the school and made me happily bear the unfair treatment of teachers at school.

In the third grade of primary school, I just got a class, and I have a new teacher and new classmates. I really want to be cheerful and make many friends. I've always been very timid. With great courage, I tried to talk to others more and take the initiative to greet my new classmates. Of course, I've been very nervous, afraid that my new classmates won't like me and play with me. I also try to be positive in class. No matter whether the teacher asks questions or not, I will hold my little hand high. Yes, I am trying to change myself. I hope to be the favorite child of many friends and a teacher.

However, the reality is that I studied by myself a year earlier, and my physical strength and mental understanding are almost worse than my classmates. I can't catch up with my classmates in anything, and my sports activities are the worst. At first, my classmates played with me. Later, we began to jump rubber balls. After playing together for a few days, I found that I always dragged my feet. Anyone in my group will be unlucky. I always can't dance well, and then my little friends with me can only be dragged down. And then it was gone. They don't even take me to play. The teacher doesn't like me very much either. I always raise my hand in class, and the teacher seldom asks me to answer questions or even look at me. She always smiles at the children who study well, and seems to have only a little basic teacher responsibility except indifference to me.

No matter how small I am, no matter how stupid I am, I should always be aware of the teacher's dislike and the exclusion of my classmates. I don't know why, I began to hate school, teachers and classmates, and even didn't want to go to school.

After dad noticed it, he touched my head very kindly. He asked me, "Do you know why the teacher didn't ask you questions?" I shook my head. Dad continued: "Because my daughter is the best, the teacher knows that you can do it, and the teacher asks questions to children who can't." I was suddenly enlightened. I really believed what my father said and never lost it again. On the contrary, I was very happy and confident, because the teacher knew I was the best, so I didn't ask questions.

Until now, I still believe that I am my father's best daughter.