A woman in Luoyang returned to her place of residence after the Mid-Autumn Festival and suddenly found the trunk filled with local specialties given by her parents. She burst into tears. She posted this incident online, and netizens burst into tears, and I also thought of what my parents did for me:
1. Sold the ring to buy me a school bag
In elementary school, my schoolbag was left to me by my brother. It has been used for eight years. It is torn and tattered and looks dirty. So every time I put it on my back, I am embarrassed to raise my head because I don’t want others to notice it. See me carrying a crappy school bag. I wanted to throw it away several times, but I didn't have the money to buy a new one, and I didn't have anything else to store the books in, so I just held on. But suddenly one day it rained heavily, and my backpack was soaked in the rain all night. After it dried in the sun the next day, the color became even uglier, and it looked more worn and worn. If I pulled it hard, many small cracks would appear, but I was about to go to school. , so I can only carry it on my back first. After arriving at school, I found that many students were using new schoolbags with bright colors and novel styles. The students were sharing their bags with each other and comparing themselves to each other, but I didn’t dare to join the group. I couldn't bear it anymore. I was the first one to go home after class, then threw my schoolbag on the ground and asked my mother to buy me a schoolbag. My mother saw that my expression was very sad, and she was determined to change my schoolbag, otherwise she would not go to school, so she had no choice but to sell her ring and took me to the market to pick out a schoolbag that I liked. After I got that schoolbag, I could walk with my head held high, dare to speak in groups, and became more confident.
2. My father carried me to the clinic in the heavy rain late at night
It was too hot in the summer, so I liked to go swimming with my companions. As a result, I stayed under the water for two hours, and my lips turned black and my face turned pale. He was pale, and he also liked to soak his clothes in water, so he was soaked in wet clothes all the way home. After I got home, I didn't change clothes in time and turned on the air conditioner. I caught a cold two or three hours later. I took a cold medicine and lay there for a while but it didn't get better. Instead, I had a runny nose, cough, headache, and fever. While crying, I asked my parents to take me to see a doctor. At this time, it was already pouring rain outside, but my father saw that I was really uncomfortable, so he still carried me to the clinic in the next village. I weakly held an umbrella for my father on his back, but the wind was too strong and blew the umbrella into the river. My father couldn't care less and just went all the way. When he jogged to the clinic in the next village, he almost fell down and his pants were stained with mud and water. When we arrived at the clinic, it was already 9 o'clock in the evening. Three bottles of medicine still needed to be administered, and we had to wait for at least two hours. But my father was sitting next to me to guard me and was reluctant to run back to change clothes. As a result, he was also a little bit sick. Got a cold. Later, he took some cold medicine and took it home. After I got home and took a nap, I felt much better.
3. My parents rewarded me for beating me
When I was in school, I was relatively honest and didn’t like to talk, because I felt that I should ignore others and be kind to them. But there are always people who think that I am easy to bully, that I have a weak personality, and that I am a soft persimmon. As a result, some people actually kicked my stool while I was in class and said bad things about me behind my back. But because I am relatively well-educated, Able to control one's behavior and temper rationally, so one does not have common knowledge with them. But one time when I came home from school, three of them formed a group to block my way and threw my schoolbag. In an impulse, I picked up a wooden stick on the side of the road and beat them, hitting one of them until his head was bleeding. The other two had already run home. The next day, the school teacher immediately asked my parents to go to school. I also took the opportunity to tell my parents about the fight, but my parents did not blame me. However, they thought that I was brave and upright. I would not bully others, but I could not be bullied by others, so Instead, they argued hard in front of the teacher and even rewarded me with a hot pot meal after returning home. At this time, I felt that my parents were considerate and had strong backing for me, and I would never be afraid of trouble again.