Eighteen Year Old Bride

I looked at the video of the wedding on my computer. I was so happy that he and I held hands and walked through the flat road, to the high slope, and then to the riverside. Watching the birds flying in the sky, the smile lingered on my face for a long time. Watching me put on my wedding dress and tell my parents, step by step, I walked into the wedding car. Arriving at his home, he saluted his parents and called him mom and dad. Seeing this, I turned off the video. Mom, dad, are there such parents in the world? Is there such a mother or father? Bits and pieces of the past came to my mind, and hatred tightly wrapped around my heart and refused to let go. Why? Why are you doing this to me?