I don't know why people of my generation are so fond of nostalgia, even though we are not old enough to sit in a rocking chair and reminisce about the past. Standing on the tail of the green grass, there is always a group of peers who will write on the blog homepage with emotion: Goodbye, my childhood. The feeling of instant vicissitudes makes us, who are immature, feel pained and sad for no reason.
In order to relieve these incredible emotions and satisfy my various ulterior desires, I came up with this story that you may find familiar. Similar youth, different experiences. This is just the growth history of a single-parent girl born in the 1990s. Let me state in advance that there is no JQ in the article, so those who want to watch intense scenes can take a detour. I am very, very, very grateful to anyone who stayed with me to complete this story.