Since I was in sixth grade, I was shuttling between the two regimental fields frequently, riding my bike to my mom on Fridays after school, and riding back on Sunday nights.

There are two roads to go there, I take the path, the path is closer, the only bad thing is that there is a large cemetery in the middle of the path, that is where several regiments are buried nearby, sometimes I want to break the jar and break it, every time I pass by, do you know what song I sing - come with me, I don't know what my brain thinks at that time, I really want to have something to take me away, anyway, it's all kinds of self-righteous little works, I wish I could kill myself... I don't want to go to either of them, but if my mother doesn't give money, my grandmother will say that I'm afraid that my milk will be angry, really, high blood pressure will come up when I get angry, I'm worried, maybe selfishly thinking that my milk can't control me anymore, where else can I go!

But my mother won't give me money happily, so I try to be well-behaved, help her do some small work during the summer vacation, she will give me some money when she comes back after the holiday, and she will go with her face on her face during the New Year, and she can get some New Year's money, all of which will be taken back to my milk, I want my grandma to live a long life, and I am afraid that I will be alone.

I liked my aunt very much, she was gentle, beautiful, good-natured, and most importantly, I felt the motherly love I felt in my aunt.

My mom doesn't always see me, either let me live with my grandma, or live in the shop on the floor, I'm really an outsider.

My grandma doesn't need to say it, I definitely don't want to, I also hold a grudge, I originally said that I could transfer to the past, but I don't know what she said to my mother, I was kicked back again, and I was always angry about this.

Living in the store, I feel like a watchdog, she doesn't have a place to let me live, my aunt saw it and said let me go to her house.

I'm sorry, the first time I went to my aunt's place to block someone's bathtub [expression] [expression] [expression] It's cold, and I also take a bath, but I didn't wash so carefully, my aunt was shocked after I rubbed the bath, I don't know what to say, and my aunt is very gentle to help me blow my hair, comb my hair, and give me a beautiful hair flower, which I haven't felt.

Since I was a child, I was a student's head, or the third grade when I had to keep long hair, my grandmother said you comb your own hair, I don't comb for you, at that time it was popular to braid, it should be called this name, short hair is very troublesome to grow in front, to comb little by little, I can't see the back, it's not good to divide evenly, comb up and move slowly, I comb it tightly every night before going to bed, get up in the morning and wipe some water, it's really messy to comb again when I come back from school at noon.

In my impression and what I saw, my mother would comb all kinds of beautiful pigtails, and there would be the most popular hair flowers, and I was full of scalp tendons, but the colorful ones I bought, I thought they were beautiful at that time!

[Expression] [Expression] [Expression] My aunt is about the same height as me, she didn't say that she didn't want to wear it to me, she likes to dress me up, she really cares about me like raising her own daughter, and will give me a lecture.

She doesn't know much about cooking, but when I say I'm hungry at night, she cooks a deluxe version of instant noodles for the two of us, which I think is the best meal to go to my mother's.

Buy new clothes for the New Year, buy me beautiful dresses for the summer... Really, I feel the most comfortable and warm in my aunt's place, and I have thought about it many times, why is my aunt not my own mother?