In a daze, two dark-skinned men, under the command of my father, moved a huge mirror into my room...
"Sir, where do you want to put it?"
"Ahaha, here, next to the desk, when my little baby is tired from reading, he turns his head and sees himself, and he immediately becomes energetic again! Ahaha..."
"..."
Damn dad, he actually went so far as to say that I am not good-looking and will scare me when I look in the mirror! Ah [
I rolled my eyes in anger and sat down heavily on the sofa with my cheeks puffed out. All I could think of was the image of hitting my dad on the head with a hammer!
I thought I was immune to having been told this for fifteen years, but every time I heard my father say it, I couldn't help but feel inferior and felt that I was the most ugly woman in the world!
Woohoo... I have never dared to take the initiative to talk to my classmates. I haven't been able to make a good friend in the past 15 years. It's all my father's fault!
"Pa da", the sound of the door closing interrupted my self-pity. My father sent away the two uncles who were helping to carry things. He happily rubbed his hands and rushed over. No matter what, he took my hand and walked to the room.
"Eyue, come on, come on, your grandma left something good for you! Dad promises that you have never seen it, haha..."
A crow dragged an ellipsis and sang "Idiot Song" as it flew over my head...
I have never seen it before, -＿-# Am I transparent just now? A father like this at the stall sometimes really wants to buy tofu or noodles to hang himself...