I hate my mother
I hate her submissive, always-pleasing face
I hate that she doesn't argue about everything, she didn't say a word when her college notice was torn off
She didn't say a word when she was sold to a cripple as his wife.
She is bad everywhere, bad everywhere, but she loves me
But the person who loved me so much died on the way to see me.
Tips: Short stories for practice, first-person family stories
Intention: to express one's ideas
