In fact, on the day the college entrance examination was released, I noticed that there was a clear boundary between us. The name of this line is Adulthood. The legal requirement for adulthood is 18 years old, and what adults consider to be self-reliant is to enter university. So, at this age when I didn't know anything but studying, I stepped into college with one foot and into adulthood with the other.

Ever since you equipped me with a cell phone, a computer, and other university necessities, our communication has started to dwindle, and sometimes a few short sentences are accompanied by heated arguments. Finally, when it was time for school to start, I was sent to the school gate, and both of us felt relaxed. Has it become a torture for us to get along with each other?

When you were tortured in military training, how many sleepless nights did you cry silently, and how many times did you want to call you to confide in your grievances, but you let go again and again. I'm afraid of your ridicule, I'm afraid that you think this little thing will come to you, what a child! So I started to deal with things that I had never been exposed to before again and again under the standards of self-reliance and adulthood, just to prove that I could live well without your help.

When I left home for the first time, I longed for the warmth of home and your care, especially after experiencing real setbacks, this longing became especially strong. In order to prove his independence, he deleted and wrote the compiled information one by one, wrote and deleted, and fell into a state of chaos and disorder alone, like a neurotic. The same is true for the person I talk to, in order to get rid of the coldness in my heart and find warmth, I began to change myself. But after talking about it, I realized that we are really just human beings, and we are by no means the same kind of people.

Gradually, going to college really became a dividing line, and there was no news except reaching out to you for money, and since then, there has been no news. I also adapted to this life and lived a "grown-up" life day in and day out. Before going home from vacation, I have a great longing for the warmth of my home, but after returning home, these longings are drowned out by constant quarrels.

The most intense of these constant quarrels is between you and me. I never imagined that our relationship would be as incompatible as it is now. You watched me grow up and accompany me to adulthood, don't you understand me? Yes, it turns out that you really don't understand me.

Arguments always ended with me slamming the door. Many times I wish I could leave this home forever, yes, forever. But in a blink of an eye, I thought that after leaving this home, I would be homeless, and I couldn't help but feel even more sad for myself.

After a certain argument, my friends and I were drinking, and when I came home from drinking, I thought you were going to scold me in the face, and I was ready for battle. But you just made the quilt for me and brought me a glass of warm water. Do you know? I've grown so big and I've never hugged you once. That night, somehow, I hugged you. That's when I feel happiest. You gently patted me on the back and told me to lie down and rest early.

After the light went dark, I couldn't help crying, I had the impression that you were so strong and powerful, holding me, holding me through how many long distances, for this reason, I was always a fat mom in high school, and the fat mom called you, and you never got angry. But now, the impression of being strong and powerful is shattered, and you are so thin in your arms. You always say that you are tall among women, but I think you are really not tall.

When I hugged it, the warm light in your eyes seemed to bring me back to my baby days, it was really warm. But the gray hair mixed with the black hair, and the folds at the corners of the eyes really tell me that you are old.

Why do I always have to pretend to be myself by other people's standards? Why am I always so self-righteous and mature? Why do I always like to fill myself with spikes? Am I happy to let the hands of those who love me bleed?

It turns out that your love for me has never changed. I just never understood you. I didn't understand it before, but now I do. It was you who brought me to this wonderful world with hope, it was you who took my little hand into the kindergarten, and it was you who soothed the anxiety and anxiety in my heart again and again. The days and nights you have spent with me have only been exchanged for your old age, and I have not been fully grateful.

I was wrong, please stay with me one last time on my last journey to maturity. I know that a mother will not give up on her son. Fat mom, you're not fat. Accompany me on this last journey, and I'll accompany you on the next journey.

I know that my son will not give up on his mother.