why waste time
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became sad, and I could feel the strong grief and helplessness they conveyed.
It seemed like they were just children being chased by vicious dogs.
‘hate, disgust, disgust’
This is how the four of them described all of them when they occasionally heard their father and Aunt Sun arguing outside the door.
Including his wife and himself
I have never seen my father’s smiling face, maybe this is the reason?
Every time I draw a beautiful painting and hand it over to please, it can only be ruthlessly torn into pieces.
The first meal was put on the table, but he said he had something to do and left.
His little hand held the corner of his clothes to hold him back, but he waved his sleeve and knocked all the food on the table to the ground.
In short, the methods used by the children to please their parents are all ineffective on him.
If you can't please them, why waste your time?
So after a period of hard work, they started to rebel early and disobeyed their father's wishes.
But he always threatened and forced me to give in again and again.
Gradually, an emotion called hate took root and sprouted in each of their hearts.
Slowly accumulating strength, it wasn't until that thing happened that it suddenly broke out
This chapter has been completed!