In the summer of 1999, I became a member of a single-parent family. At that time, I had too many concepts about the word separation. The only difference was that there was one less person in the family, and the adults looked at me with more loving expressions. At that time, I thought it was because I was very good, and the adults all liked me. But only one person told me the truth, and that person was the person I hated the most at the time and the person I would never forget later. The sentence "They pity you" made me hate him from now on. But little did we know that many years later, we would be the ones who hurt each other the most.