I don't know when my life started to go bad. Maybe it started when I obeyed my parents again and again.
"When you look up from the old dilapidated tile-roofed house, you can see the beams wrapped in three-color snakeskin bags, and the dim old-fashioned yellow light illuminates the mother and daughter in the room.
The woman was sitting on the dressing table fiddling with something. The girl in the old mirror was holding her clothes and looking nervously at her mother.
Then the woman smiled and said, "Don't go to the dance class. "
The girl asked doubtfully, "Why. "
The woman frowned, and the dim light illuminated her expression, which made her look even more clearly oppressed by an adult. She said coldly, "The family has no money. "
The girl moved her lips and finally made a timid low response. "
But when it's rotten, it's rotten. Just like an apple, you don't want to eat it when it's sweet. Only when you want to bite it will you know it's rotten from the inside out.
Even if you go back to the past, your past memories will still leave harsh traces on you.
I feel guilty for the lies I told myself when I was a child, and I feel sorry for myself who did whatever it took to get snacks.
But will resistance lead to change? I don't know, but I want to try.
Concept: Childhood memories