Prisoner Bird and Glimmer

My name is Zhang Yuan, and my life is a cage built by my parents with their pathological possessiveness. They locked my doors and windows, monopolized my sight, and engraved "For Your Good" into my bones and blood, but gradually suffocated me in their airtight control - I had no right to choose who to play with, no qualification to pursue freedom against their wishes, and even expressing my true emotions became a fault. What's even more stinging is that in their eyes, I'm just a burden that only wastes money. It seems that my existence is only to confirm this cold value judgment. The spiritual world collapsed under the oppression and denial day after day. I was always floating on the edge of reality and reality. Those invisible shackles became tighter and tighter, dragging me down into the endless darkness. But there is always a real warmth in my heart, which is a real light that has never been blurred. She would take advantage of the time when my parents were busy calculating their livelihood, and secretly give me a candy wrapped in sugar paper. The taste of sugar could dispel the bitterness for a long time; when I was staring out the window in a daze, she would gently take my hand, and her tone would be with the unique certainty of a young person: "When I grow up, Everything will be fine." When I was forced to huddle up in a corner and cry, I would squat down and wipe away my tears with my palms, my voice as soft as soaked in warm water: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." The tenderness in the gap was the only salvation in my suffocating dilemma. This is my autobiography, which records the dark years swallowed up by possessiveness and denial, and also treasures the glimmer of truth. It has nothing to do with curiosity, just about a girl sinking in the twisted "love" and finding the hope of life through careful protection.