It rained for several days, and it was very uncomfortable to get wet.

I staggered forward with an umbrella and my waist on my back. After that incident, I was a teenager at a young age, both physically and psychologically. I didn't know what the future holds, I was scared, I was worried.

But no one understands, they think it's right to do this, it's right to do that. This is for my good, that is for my good. But who really knows what is going on in my heart?

I have imagined all kinds of endings, all kinds of solutions, but I can only say that I am naïve, and the direction of the facts will always deviate from my fantasy.

I'm like a tight rubber band that will break at any moment.

From meeting each other, it's a ridiculous way to start out, I think we know each other, we love each other. But the facts tell me that we can't withstand the wind and waves.

This storm has connected us closely, but my heart is throbbing, and I dare not think about it, I dare not touch it.

It was stretched too tightly, and it finally broke.

When I mustered up the courage to make that fuse call, I never expected it to be so difficult.

I stumbled, stumbling, and my fingernails scratched my palms before I said the catastrophic truth, "Dad, I have a boyfriend, and now I'm pregnant." ”

The other end of the phone was silent for a second, and sarcastically said, "Oh roar! You've got a problem! What are you going to do about it? ”

This direct question slapped me in the face. processing, I also want to know how to deal with it. The day I told him I was pregnant, he was happy, and I was happy, but it was also empty.

Looking at the pregnancy test stick in my hand, I couldn't believe my eyes, and asked an insider to help confirm it. I put it in a box, and I don't know why I didn't throw it away, but then I hurriedly threw it away, afraid that others would find out.

Holding the phone and thinking about the past, I didn't seem to have the courage to accept it. Because I know what kind of family, what kind of parents, what kind of special situation I am facing.

A baby, for someone else, this is something to celebrate. But I'm different because I'm just a high school student under the age of eighteen.

Various solutions are being developed, but nothing can be done. Whatever the choice, my future is already black.

The unknown road, the light in sight, I want to escape, but there is nothing I can do. I curled in the corner, trying to make everyone forget, trying to get me to let all give up "salvation".

I was holding an umbrella, and there was a group of little milk cats under the eaves on the corner of the street. I stood there, put down my umbrella, coat, bread, and turned away.

When I passed by again the next day, the kitten was still shivering, my coat was wet and dripping, and the umbrella was gone. I took them and took care of them, and a week later they were gone, smiling.