I was in my senior year of high school when my dad was paralyzed in bed in a car accident.
The driver who caused the accident ran away, the surveillance system was broken, and the compensation was like stars in the sky - visible but intangible. My mother squatted in front of the ICU all night with the diagnosis certificate in hand. The next morning, she folded the apron and put it in a drawer and said, "Mom has to go on a long journey. Please take good care of dad."
She went to the southern factory and sent back two thousand and five thousand a month. I bowed three times in the head teacher's office, stuffed the blue school uniform into the bottom of the closet, and put on a bright yellow riding uniform.
When I was 18 years old, the seat cushion of my electric car wore out three pairs of pants.
