Harmonious home

Chapter 1 The touch of singing

There were white clouds in the sky and the streets were bustling with activity. I was among the bustling crowd going to the market and wandering aimlessly on the streets. Suddenly, a familiar song from my childhood came from not far away: "I want a home. A place that doesn’t need to be gorgeous. When I was frightened..." The sad melody took me back to my childhood. Whenever I think about other people having warm homes and being accompanied by their parents’ care, I feel envious, but I have no one. She loves no one and has to live under someone else's roof before she is ten years old. She has to look at other people's faces every day when she eats.Time and time again, I longed for my parents to miraculously appear during parent-teacher meetings, so that I would no longer be the wild child in the eyes of my teachers and classmates who didn’t care about my father or mother...

I was born in a rural area in the 70s, and I was the eldest child in my family.I heard from my mother that the year she gave birth to me was April, and winter started earlier than in previous years. I was the first child my mother gave birth to, and there were no elders around her. She didn’t know how to give birth at the time, and her lower body kept feeling swollen. I just ran to the latrine (toilet) and almost killed me in the latrine.At that time, my father had never been a father and did not understand what it was like to have a child. In addition, he lacked love and understanding and took care of others. When he saw my mother, he ran to the latrine for a while, and then ran to the latrine before the bed was warm. , she became very impatient and shouted at my mother: "Are you going to let me sleep? I get up and lie down sometimes. I have to get up early tomorrow to go to the stone factory to break stones and earn work points." My mother held her hands in pain. My stomach said: "Do you think I am willing to run like this? My stomach is swollen and painful. I wonder if the child is about to be born?" "Then you didn't tell me earlier." After saying that, my dad quickly turned over from the bed. He got up and lit the kerosene lamp and said, "Then you still run to the latrine. What if the baby is born in the latrine?" My mother thought the same thing when she heard it, so she stopped running to the latrine and stayed in the house when the pain started. She kept spinning, and my dad told her to lie down quickly. Then my mom let out painful moans that became increasingly louder. The snowy wind outside made a whining sound. My dad didn't know what to do when he saw that my mom was in more and more pain. What to do?Suddenly I thought of the older generation who said that if a child cannot be born for a long time, there is something unclean, such as ghosts and the like that are causing trouble in the dark. If the child is not born, it will kill two people!Thinking of this, my dad took the bird-shooting gun left behind by my grandfather and fired three shots in a row. Strangely enough, after the three gunshots, a baby's cry of "croak..." echoed in the room. , I was born into this world.

In that feudal era, I heard that the traditional concept of patriarchalism was very strong. In general, a few girls in a family would not be treated well. Fortunately, I was the first child born to my mother, otherwise I was born in that era I'm afraid I will lose my life. Although I'm not a very popular girl, my parents didn't dislike me and didn't throw me away. They usually take good care of me.I just heard that the year I was born coincided with the beginning of family planning in China. According to the policy of family planning regulations, if the first child is a girl, the second child can only be born after four years.But my unborn second brother was not so lucky. When my mother conceived him, I was not yet two years old, and my mother went out to hide and hid.

My sister was born when I was less than four years old. According to the family planning policy, anyone who has a second child must undergo a sterilization surgery during lactation. Having a sterilization surgery means that you will not be able to have a child, and there will be no hope of continuing the family line and having a son in the future. My dad is in pain and helpless. Having a sterilization operation means that he will never have children again. My dad is depressed and depressed all day long, and his temper has become even more irritable than before, especially when he saw the surrounding neighbors. There are sons and daughters, but there are only two girls in our family who will yell at or scold my mother when things go wrong.

That day, my mother got into an argument with the fifth aunt next door for some reason, and the two of them quarreled more and more. As a result, the fifth aunt began to curse our family with unfeeling words such as having no son, cutting off children and grandchildren, and being half alone. Breaking my mother's bottom line, my mother came home and hugged my sister and me, crying loudly, thinking of the second brother who was lost before, crying and scolding, saying: "...don't think you have a son It’s amazing, if it weren’t for the family planning control, I would still be able to have a son.” Unexpectedly, my father came home from work to see this scene, and he stared angrily at my fifth aunt and then at our third mother, and shouted loudly: “ Why are you crying? Isn’t it bullying that I can’t give birth to a son? I don’t believe it. I can’t give birth to a son in this life. The name is written backwards.” In this way, my dad can’t bear this kind of life of being bullied and humiliated. He packed up a few clothes overnight and left home.Since then, the fate of me and our family has been rewritten like never before...

(End of this chapter)