The Ordinary First Half of Life of a Post-90S Generation

I was born in the 1990s in a poor rural area in the north. During my childhood, my father was absent due to making mistakes in his livelihood and had a bad temper; my mother was weak but tough and worked odd jobs to raise me. My ancestors had a rough life, with loved ones dying young and living a life of poverty and separation. There are no highlights, only the struggle and forbearance in the fireworks. In the imperfect family love and difficult years, we silently walk through an ordinary and real first half of life.