I don't like dad.
There is always an aunt on his cell phone crying for him.
Every time Auntie finished crying, Mom would run away from home.
That day my mother ran away from home again, but the difference was that this time she took me and my luggage with her.
She hugged me with tears in her eyes: "Niao Niao, from now on it will be just the two of us. Mom will definitely let you live a better life."
I was so happy that I stayed up all night.
But a few months later, dad showed up again.
It turns out that I am the only one who really doesn't like dad, but mom does.
Purpose: self-growth