I was destined to be cursed from the moment I was born. It was none other than my biological mother. I don't understand why he hates me. Don't all mothers love their children? I have no way of knowing, because I know that the so-called deep love between mother and child will never appear in us. My father rarely appears in my life. He does not allow me to contact my mother and always hires different tutors for me. I also developed a lonely character in this kind of life, so I mature earlier than other children of the same age. My persistence has won me an ordinary and real life. However, there are surprises everywhere in life, but they are often mixed with too much helplessness. Just like I never know why God plays one joke after another on him, why my peaceful life is always disturbed by others. ． ． ． ．