Maybe it's puberty. I always have 100000 reasons to oppose my mother's words. As a result, from time to time, I have to sing against her, as if in this way, I can get comfort, let 13-year-old bored and unwilling to get vent. But, that day, I was a bit self reproach.
I like to drag everything to the last moment, because my mother is very dissatisfied with this point. However, no matter how furious or the earnest exhortation, I didn't pay attention to it. At the age of 13, I always like to treat everything in a way that I think is very indifferent and detached from the ordinary. But this self righteous indifference is the most ridiculous and unreasonable self-confidence. I want to prove that I am different through this, but in the end, it proves my ignorance and my ignorance.
That day, I was eating an apple while doing my homework slowly. Maybe I was in a bad mood. As soon as I lifted my heavy eyelids, she opened her eyes round. Her eyes were like copper bells, from which fire was reflected. In my eyes, I was stunned. With her hands in her waist, the broom fell from her hands with a thump. Her hair was scattered on her cheek, and her hair was in a mess at the back of her head. She closed her eyes as if she was trying to suppress her anger. Her lips pressed tightly, and her face was extremely bad. Soon, her voice was filled with the whole bedroom
"Can you be a little self-motivated? I let you read is to let you stand out, not for me, I don't care how much money, as long as you are willing to learn, we sell iron to let you learn! My words you also all regard as ear breeze, say what do not listen to, I see I raise a white eyed wolf
At first, I didn't care much about it, and I didn't know how many times I heard similar words. But the last "white eyed wolf" stabbed me deeply. I took the Apple's hand for a meal, and then I tightly grasped the apple in my hand. I felt as if I wanted to crush it, and the white fingernails did not let go. I tried to endure my impulse to argue with her, but the words stuck in my throat were still there In an instant, it vomited out like a melon seed, and there were no particles left.
"What do you think of me as a daughter? What do you leave me for? You think I want to be your daughter? I don't want to! "
Mother ready to leave the pace of a meal, back a stiff, time also do not know pause for a few seconds. After a long time, she slowly turned around and looked at me in disbelief. Her eyes seemed to be looking at a stranger. She never seemed to know me. A pair of eyes almost saw my soul to explore the truth and falseness of this passage. I regret my own impulse, but self-esteem makes me stubborn to look at her, just touch her pupil, but some uneasy, even if I did nothing, but now I like a clown, I hate this kind of self.
Yes, I just don't like it. I don't want to be a 13-year-old,
That night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, but how can not sleep, until the quiet night came sobbing, the voice is very small, I was stunned, I know it must be my mother, she has never cried in front of anyone, has never been so vulnerable, she has always been very strong and aggressive.
The uneasiness in my heart gradually accumulated into self blame, I hesitated for a long time, and finally gently hugged my mother, her body trembled and did not move. I bit my lip and said to her:
"Mom, I was wrong."
That day, I was a little bit remorseful.