Chapter 30 Chapter 1 I Turned Out to be a Single-Parent Child

Many people have asked me whether my parents' divorce had any impact on my childhood, adolescence, or even my life in one way or another.It would be a self-deception if I said nothing at all, but frankly speaking, I don't seem to have much other feelings. When my parents divorced, I was still in kindergarten. Suddenly one day, my father said to me: "Your mother is leaving this house." I stared blankly at him, not understanding what the word "leaving" meant. The scene of the two of them arguing hard came to mind.I thought this was how grown-ups got along, but never thought they'd really be apart.

The word "single-parent family" first caught my attention because I accidentally heard on TV that "children in single-parent families especially need social care and care".I didn't understand what it meant, so I ran to ask my father: "Dad, what does a single-parent family mean?" Single-parent family, my parents are divorced." I didn't feel lost as I imagined, but I was even more puzzled. I didn't feel that my life was bad, and I didn't want more care and love than others. Say? After I realized that the term "single-parent family" still exists in the world, my life was the same as before, the only change was that seeing my mother became a once-a-week routine.

Perhaps because I lived with my grandmother since I was a child, I didn't see my parents every day. Therefore, in the face of such a change, I calmly accepted the extremely painful reality in the eyes of others. At that time, the memories my mother left for me were not too good. I even remember that one morning, my father took me to the shop I usually go to for breakfast, and I ran into my mother by chance. The two of them were embarrassed like strangers.Later, people from the court came to our house, took out a piece of paper and handed it to my father.I watched silently in the corner as they said something to my father, and then they started moving boxes, cabinets, and, worst of all, the TV—the only thing that made me happy at the time.I don't know why those adults came to remove my things, but I know how happy my father was when he told me that I would not be taken away.

The days of single-parent children begin here.In my memory, in order to take care of me, my father almost gave up all his spare time and better job opportunities.He would rush home non-stop after work every day, would be with me every weekend, and had hardly attended a friend gathering in decades.He always puts me first in everything, and leaves the best things to me. He is reluctant to eat and wear, lest I lose warmth. For a long time, the conditions at home were not very good, and there was no water heater installed. In winter, I had to go to the public bathroom to take a bath.I still remember the first time I went there: Suddenly one day, my father said for the first time that he would take me to the public bathroom to take a bath. I was so happy that I jumped all the way. You know, all children like to play in water.When I got to the bathroom, I bought a ticket at the door, and when I entered, it was steaming and misty. I followed closely behind my father, holding his hand, for fear of losing myself, but my eyes kept looking around, full of enthusiasm for everything. curious.

Until now, I still remember the appearance of the bathroom, there is a ticket window at the door, the fee is 50 cents or one yuan per person, and each person has an exclusive small cabinet for storing clothes.The boiler room is at the back, and the temperature of the boiled water is not usually high.Later, the number of times I went there gradually increased, and I gradually became acquainted with the people there. Sometimes the bathroom was temporarily unavailable for boiler maintenance, so I sneaked into the innermost compartment of the boiler room for the workers in the boiler room. to wash in the room.

At that time, the bathroom seemed like a small society, where acquaintances chatted and brought their own experiences into it.Even if they are strangers to each other, it's okay to listen to other people's stories in the mist.Thinking about it carefully, my first contact with society must have started from this bathroom! Having said that, single parenting is actually just an experience in life, not suffering.I grew up slowly under the careful care of my father, and slowly learned to walk and fly. He did everything he could to save me from the pain of being a single parent. Like all the children around me, I have my own playmates, my own hobbies, my own ideals, and my own troubles.I enjoyed my youth innocently, growing up holding my father's hem, and my father would show me the scenery along the way, until the day I let go of my hand to find the scenery, I realized that I had already obtained it from my father. Too many precious gifts.

When I was young, when I was writing essays, after I finished writing something, I would always make up a sentence like "Dad told me" to end it. As time passed, I even forgot whether my father told me or not.But there's one line that I'm pretty sure he told me, and I've stuck with it. This is a very simple sentence: "The kindness of a drop of water is reciprocated by the spring." Dad told me: "No matter what life will be like in the future, if you ask for help, you must repay it well, and don't let others think that we have taken advantage of it." I was still young at that time, so I nodded with half understanding.Later, when I started working, these eight words seemed to be my life guide, not for anything else, but to sincerely thank those who helped me.

Another gift is also precious: my father taught me respect and equality. Our family is very democratic. My father told me with his own words and deeds that beating and scolding children is not a good way of educating children, and only respect and equality can solve problems. After my mother left home, my father called me to him one night and said, "Son, you should be sensible now. After your mother leaves us, we will be two men." For the first time, I felt that I was no longer a child, and I wanted to socialize with my father like a big man. That's what my father did, he really treated me like a little adult, he let me think and judge independently in many things, and never imposed his views on me, no matter how awkward I was academically at that time, no matter I am usually naughty.

He told me his monthly income, and his expenses were also transparent. If there was anything he would pull me to discuss with him, he would listen carefully to whether I was right or not, even during the rebellious period when conflicts between us men are most likely I didn't have any conflicts with my father. Thinking about it, it's really harmonious!