I, with an unusual memory. I can remember when I was born, I didn't cry, I was grabbed by the midwife, I was grabbed by my calf, I was drained, and I knew I was crying. I can remember that my birth disappointed my dad and my mom was miserable. I can remember that my father didn't want to see me, and he left home to work, leaving only our mother and daughter to live hard. I can remember my mother hugging me and crying, and the next second she went to cook for me, and then went to the field to do farm work, I can remember that because my father didn't care, my grandparents were also very stingy with us. Even starvation and freezing have nothing to do with them. I can remember that when my grandfather came back for his birthday, I ran over to call my father, and my father looked at him with disgust. I no longer dared to step forward and hid behind my mother all the time. I can remember that night when the family sat together eating, drinking, laughing, laughing, and laughing, while my mother and I were in the kitchen eating pickles and steamed buns. I can remember the sorrow that my mother kept when my father left, but my father left ruthlessly......