My mother is as light as a chrysanthemum, but her reputation is the most important thing. I was recommended for admission due to my excellent grades, but she turned around and gave my recommended spot to someone else because she thought I was ugly because I was trying to be strong. Dad had a new family outside. I fought hard for her and won all the family property. However, she complained that I was rude and disrespectful, and she severed the relationship between mother and daughter in public. Later, I suffered from hunger and cold because of her humility, but when I came to beg her to lend me money, she just lay there among the wealth I earned for her and said calmly: "Everything is fate. A competitive person like you deserves to have such an end." In the end, I died with hatred. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when I gave up my walk quota.
