My father, not only was he tall, handsome, and polite, but he also had a good, decent job and had quite a few suitors.

But in the end, despite the opposition of his family, he chose the mother who smiled and was so gentle that she seemed to melt everything, a woman from the East.

From acquaintance to love to marriage, in less than three months, in the eyes of many people, their love is romantic and charming, which is enviable.

I also always feel blessed because I have a lot of toys and a lot of friends.

But most of them were girls, because they liked my toys and my mother's desserts, especially little Anne, who came to my house almost every day.

I like little Anne very much, she is beautiful like a little princess, even my father likes her very much, every day when he comes back from work and sees little Anne, he will pick her up and kiss her forehead and cheek, and give her some small gifts.

Such as beautiful headbands, bow hairpins, candies, chocolates, and even lace princess dresses.

Little Anne's house lives diagonally across the street from mine, and I often visit her house, and I love the foie gras salad her mother makes.

However, when I was 8 years old, my father was suddenly fired and prosecuted, and everything has changed since then.

My friends seemed to have disappeared from my world, and the eyes of adults were no longer gentle smiles, but complex vigilance, and even at school, my classmates kept their distance from me, and I repeatedly carried the cold virus on my body.

And little Annie, even little Annie, who always likes to stick to me, no longer comes to me, I try to find her, but every time I am turned away.

I'm still breathless from this change, and we're already moving.

Although I didn't want to leave here very much and protested, the protest didn't work and we still had to move.

On the day I moved, I put little Anne's favorite toys in cardboard boxes, and my mother saw them and asked me what I was doing, and I said, "Little Anne loves these toys very much, I want to give them to her." ”

None of the toys my father bought me were actually my favorite, I liked basketball, model cars and airplanes, and of course, superheroes who could shape and make sounds.

And these beautiful dolls, and a set of delicate clothes, as well as small porcelain plates and dessert models, girls like it more.

But I also want to thank these toys because they make a lot of girls like to play in my house and make me have a lot of friends.

The mother's eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and she glanced at the toys in the cardboard box and fell silent.

"Mommy?" My name is her.

She came back to her senses and smiled softly at me, "Mommy thinks that little Annie's daddy and mommy shouldn't let little Annie accept your toys." ”

"Why? Little Anne loved it. "I was surprised, and I didn't believe it.

Her lips moved, and then she smiled and said, "Because ladies don't just accept men's gifts." ”

Although my mother had dissuaded me, I insisted on giving the toy to little Anne.

Actually, I wanted to ask her in person, why didn't she come to play with me.

I held the cardboard box and pressed the doorbell of her house, and it was little Annie's father who came to open the door.

"Is there something wrong?"

"I ...... I ......" cold and too stern expression made me forget all the words I had thought before I came.

Seeing that I couldn't speak, he frowned and repeated, "Is there something?" ”

"I—I'm looking for Anne......" I squeezed out my voice and lifted the cardboard box that I was holding forward, trying to let little Anne's father know that I had something for her.

However, little Anne's father glanced at the cardboard box, "Is it for Anne?" ”

"Yes!" I nodded heavily.

"Anne went to her grandmother's house, you give it to me."

"......" I was a little confused, because this was different from what I thought, and I thought I could meet her.

"Dean?" Little Anne's father tilted his head and called at me.

I came back to my senses, nodded helplessly, raised my hand and handed the cardboard box to Little Annie's father, and then solemnly begged him to be sure to hand it over to Little Annie, because these are her favorite toys.

Little Anne's father nodded his head unconcernedly, and I bowed politely to him, then turned around.

I had only walked a few steps when I heard a low curse behind me, and I was startled, and I turned my head to look behind me, and saw little Anne's father looking down at the cardboard box with the lid lifted, and he looked very angry.

Then he looked up, looked at me in the blazing light, and pointed outside, and shouted to me, "Go back to your house."

I couldn't understand why he was angry, but I was so scared of him that I turned and ran.

After I had run some distance, the cursing sounded again, and I turned back to see little Anne's father smashing the carton full of toys on the trash can outside his door.

I was so upset that I wanted to ask him why he had thrown away the toy I had given to little Annie, which I had given to little Annie! Didn't he promise to give it to little Anne for me?

I didn't want to cry because I was a boy, but I couldn't control the tears coming out of my eyes, I ran in the direction of home, and before I could get to the door, the door opened, and my mother was standing in the doorway, and I saw the tears on her face.

I ran up to her and hugged her legs, the door closed behind me and she crouched down and hugged me with her backhand, very tight.

I cried and asked her why little Anne's father was like this, and suddenly he became a different person, not only being fierce to me, but also throwing away the toys I had given to little Anne.

My mother just cried and hugged me tighter.

We left, and I didn't see little Anne the day we left, and I poked my head out of the car window and looked in the direction of little Anne's house until it was gone.

We went to a bigger city than a small town, a new school, new classmates, new neighbors, and new friends.

I was careful to get along with them and try to make everyone like me.

The efforts were not in vain, and I gradually forgot those reluctant and unhappy pasts.

But this calm lasted only five years before it was shattered again.

This time, the father was not only prosecuted, but even imprisoned for sexually assaulting a 13-year-old girl......

The girl was my neighbor, friend, and classmate, and she ...... It's also the girl I like...... Jennifer!

The world suddenly collapsed, like a dark cloud churning in my heart and body.

My mother's desperate eyes, the cold wind from the glass window smashed by a baseball, the disgusting and contemptuous eyes, and the unbearable curses in my ears were like black holes corroding my heart.

I finally knew why little Anne didn't show up back then, the defensiveness and anger in his father's eyes, and my mother's silence and dissuasion when I wanted to give little Anne toys.

Those toys don't belong to me in the first place...... That's just a prop of temptation!

We moved again, and anger, powerlessness, hatred for my father and even despair of life made me refuse to go to school and leave the house.

Even if we change the environment, I am still afraid, I am no longer the little boy who doesn't know anything, I am already thirteen years old!

On the third day I locked myself in the house, my mother cried and took out a diary and handed it to me, she told me that my father didn't mean to hurt Jennifer, he ...... Also desperate.

I don't understand, at this time, why did my mother still speak for that demon!

I refused to look at it, angry and tried to tear it up, but the shell was so hard that I only ruined a few pages inside, but that feeling didn't diminish or subside my anger, so I slammed it out of the room.

I heard a 'bang,' and then my mother fell to her knees crying, hiding her face and crying bitterly.

I finally watched it, the day my mother, in a numb voice, told me that my father, who was in prison, had pierced his throat with a sharpened toothbrush.

I should be happy, the demon is dead, I should be happy, but I'm not happy at all.

My mother raised her hand and handed me the diary again, and I took it, hid in the corner of the room, and opened it with trembling hands.

The father said that he was terrified because he suddenly found that he had a demon living in his body, and that demon would force him to reach out to those lovely and kind angels, and he had to use all his strength to stop this demon.

He kept praying to God to get rid of this demon, but to no avail, the demon's power was increasing day by day, and his power seemed small.

Just when he was desperate to kill himself and die with the devil, he met my mother, the girl who laughed as gently as an angel.