I hate children very much.
They are ignorant, perverse, noisy, trouble-loving, and immature.
But God always likes to joke with me,
One day,
I was forced to pick up a dirty child in the trash can
He is pitiful and beautiful,
He kept pestering me, but I still threw him away.
Later, I had a falling out with him and I beat him.
"I hate you," he told me bitterly.
I also painfully said in my heart, I like you.
This is the story of a girl with masochistic tendencies and a self-righteous child.
I'm a newbie and my writing is lacking, so please be merciful.