I hurt the best person for me. How can I make it up to you?

"I'd rather you strangled me when you gave birth to me."

Pa, a loud slap in the face, my cheeks burned instantly, followed by uncontrollable tears. Humiliation, consternation and anger filled my mind.

The fortune teller said from an early age: My mother and I are at odds and can't get along alone. I grew up in my grandmother's house, and I always felt that my feelings with her were not that deep. The teacher arranged to write a composition on my mother. Just finished processing, I don't know where to start, I have no clue. They all write badly, but only my composition was criticized by the teacher. She said that my composition was patchy and eclipsed, and I had no feeling at all. Their mothers are angels, as if living in the clouds, without any flaws. And my mother is just an ordinary woman.

Grandma said: mom eats a lot and is not picky about food. But since I was pregnant, I have been tossing me half to death. I vomit in the dark every day, and I have severe morning sickness. I can't even swallow something light. But my mother also left a big shadow on me. Grandma planted a shed of watermelons, and my mother held a melon every once in a while and ate and drank with her stomach open. There was only watermelon, and she ate it with relish. So, since I was born, the taste of watermelon has made me sick.

Grandma also said: When I was born, my mother's life was almost in Ye Yan's hands. Grandma is a superstitious antique. When my mother gave birth to me, she burned a incense and prayed to God to keep my mother safe. But this one is broken. Grandma said: She was too scared to say anything. When she heard the doctor say: My mother tried her best to give birth to me, I showed no signs of coming out, and she almost fainted. Yes, I cried in Galvatron International, and my grandmother was in tears.

I was born and raised, but after I was born, the day of her suffering seemed to have just arrived.

Every time I hear about going to school, I want to play dead. And this is the most disappointing thing for my mother. She seems to be possessed, and she wants me to go to college, even if it's from a doll. She consulted a grandmother who provided all her children with college education, and then listened to her boast every day. This is a great pleasure. I failed the exam and got a beating; I didn't do my homework. Another beating. At school, what impressed me the most was that my mother caught me and slapped me. Fortunately, I am thick-skinned, even if my face is black, I don't have a long memory at all. Because I was too naughty to pay attention to the teacher's words. The teacher simply called my parents, and my mother immediately kicked me in front of the teacher. At that time, I also wanted to know about face. Seeing my classmates who live together day and night, I blushed and told my mother that I wouldn't go.

I don't know how I got up the courage to say this sentence that day. It seems that this sentence has been hidden in my body for a long time, and it just broke out today. But compared with the long-lost pleasure, my heart is very sad. I know I am very disobedient, but I also know how disappointed my mother is with me. She wanted me to study hard since I was a child. She is afraid that I will be like her when I grow up. She always takes herself as a counterexample. But I think it's good to be like my mother. ? However, when I saw my mother working in the field, my sweat turned into a string of beads, but I couldn't bear it; She has been bent for a long time, and it is difficult to straighten up again; Every time I clean up the house, what remains unchanged at my mother's bedside is painkillers; Every time she talks to me, he can fall asleep as soon as I stop. I just think my mom really doesn't want me to go his way.

However, when I got home, she asked me calmly and fearfully: Are you still there? I didn't even think about it: I'm not going Dad, I'm not responding, mom. She hit me.

I remember these things clearly before she hit me, but after she hit me, I can't remember them anymore. But my mother's forbearance and misty eyes hurt me. The next day, I went to school as usual, but they all said I had changed. I don't know what I have become, but I don't want to see my mother's eyes again. Through her eyes, I seem to see that I am an asshole.

When I was old, I realized that I owed my mother not only a little, but also countless feelings. I am now standing on my mother's body, drinking her blood, eating her meat, and buying it with her years. But when I was grateful, my mother said that she wanted nothing more. However, all I ask is to give me a little more time.

I also know that in this life, next life, next life, I can't compensate my mother.

Then let me live forever, owe her, let her come to settle accounts with me, and we will not be separated.