You didn't waste my time. I was willing.

Preface

I once planned the topic "Why do I want you to fall in Love" and invited my mother to write an article. I had to praise my mother as a talented player.

I wrote "I never thought about how much time she wasted for me" not long ago. At that time, some readers in the comment area immediately said that they wanted to see their mother's perspective.

it is worth mentioning that my mother has always wanted to write again.

the reason is that there are many "scolding" messages under the article "Why do I want you to fall in Love" that my mother and I finished together?

they said, "my mother writes so reasonably that my daughter looks so arrogant that I don't even want to read it." Of course, this is what I embellished, and the original words are even worse.

I was very sad that night. People who used keyboards as weapons didn't understand it at all. The emotional rhythm and trend of the article, every word, and every word, were regulated by me as an editor. Only when I fully understood my mother's mind, the article was born.

the tenderness and reconciliation shown in the article are the results of my mother's joint efforts.

at the same time, I also know that the reading of that article is very high. when the audience is large enough, there will be people who throw eggs at you.

but my mother was so bitter that she immediately asked me that night if I could write another article to refute those people.

she said: "what do they know because my daughter can communicate well with me because my daughter is very good, so I am willing to take the time to say so much, what do those people know!"

I always told my mother that many people praised her good writing, but she was still unhappy. In her heart, she was just my mother from beginning to end.

tonight's article is also from my mother. I can see that she still cares about me being scolded. While trying to refute this matter clearly, she also fits well with the mother's perspective of "I never thought about it." how much time she wasted for me "is a gifted player.

I watched and cried every time from the first time to finishing and editing.

I'm the only one who writes about crying to others, and no one can write about me crying.

I never knew--

it turns out that I am such a child in the eyes of my mother.

what does my existence mean to my mother?

Why do you always ask me "are you off work" and "are you alone"?

Why do you often come across a city to see me?

Why are you wasting so much time on me?

all the answers are in tonight's article.

the article is a little long. My mother and I are very attentive. I hope you can turn on the music and finish it slowly.

the story is a little long.

because of family conditions, I entered social work at the age of 15 without graduating from junior high school.

because I only studied in junior high school for half a year, my classmates laughed at me and didn't know me as a classmate. They said, "who are you? I don't seem to have seen you before. are you in our class? "

my house is by the side of the road, and that road is the main road leading to the only middle school in town. When it comes to school time, the students are like horses on the reins, galloping happily on the road, some cycling, some playing while running.

in the first two months of not going to school, because I was too young to find a job, I would hide on the patio and watch my classmates finish school with envious eyes and secretly wipe away my tears, thinking that if only I could be a member of that group.

not reading is my idea.

my father asked me several times, and he said, "Don't regret it."

I responded to him firmly: "No regrets."

he doesn't know. It is because I often overhear them talking about the situation at home. I feel that they are about to be overwhelmed by life, their financial conditions are limited, and they still have to support their three children to study. I am afraid that my parents will feel guilty because they feel useless.

think that my brother's grades are better than mine and deserve more opportunities to learn than I do, so I bring it up and say that I don't want to study.

later, my mother went to ask people in the same village for help, and I went into a clothing factory.

because I am too young and small, some people always make things difficult for me. The inspectors told me to redo all the defective goods, whether they were made by me or someone else's.

later, my mother heard that a relative had opened a factory in the next town, and asked me to work there, thinking that she was a relative anyway and would take care of me.

this is not the case at all. Verbally, a relative said, "Okay, I must take care of her when she is so young." It's like you don't know me when you get there.

those team leaders who see that I am young, not a local, difficult to do, and do not make money, all arranged for me.

although it is from the next town, the traffic conditions at that time are not allowed to go home every day, only once a month or more.

A 15-year-old girl moves from school to society, changing roles and leaving her parents' company and shelter. I am timid.

I have suffered a lot of grievances, so I won't say anything.

when I get paid every month, I will happily take it home to my parents. I always show in front of my parents that I work well there.

there is a train road next to the factory. Trains pass by there every day. I think it would be nice if the train could stop here so that I could get on the train and go home.

looking at the roaring train, I cried. I don't know why my heart was always empty and helpless. I thought it would be nice if I had a relative around me.

I didn't learn to sew a car, and no one taught me. I learned everything slowly by myself. I always couldn't give the goods to the next process, so everyone else got off work at 6 o'clock to play, and I was arranged to work overtime every day by the team leader.

in the workshop of several hundred square meters, only the two lamps above my head are on, and every time I look up, the front is dark. To save electricity, the boss does not allow all the lights in the workshop to be turned on. The darkness around me merges with the goods made during the day into hills, terrified and silent, always afraid of someone suddenly wearing it.

when I didn't have a cell phone, I had to sing loudly to embolden myself. At that time, I cried again.

Mom is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

I will feel that my personality leads to the children I bring out, but also have difficulties getting along with others.

because of my childhood experience, even as a mother, I still don't like to get along with people I don't know and always like to be alone.

maybe it's because my circle of life with you is so small that I often stay at home and seldom see outsiders. When I was a child, you wouldn't let anyone hold you except me. I cried as soon as I hugged you.

when you grow up, when you read, you say that some of your classmates don't like you very much, that you pretend to be cold and arrogant, and that you are always hard to get along with.

you tell me that this is not the case. You want to play with them. I don't know why you can't let go a lot of times.

at that moment, I felt very guilty. I all said that parents were imitated by their children, and teaching by words and deeds was very important, so I thought it was my introverted personality that limited my way of life.

because of you, I realized I was going to change.

my mother and I were in kindergarten

Display your unique femininity in our stunning collection of mid length wedding dresses. Large varieties of shapes and cuts for you to choose from.

you were very obedient and sensible, and you didn't ask or lose your temper since childhood, at least I can't think of it. I don't know if you are born sensible or don't know how to express what you want.

every time I take you to the mall, you take a look at the shelf with Barbie dolls. I ask you if you want it. You say no, just take a look.

I can see that you like it very much, but because the price is not cheap, I said I will reward you when you get 98 points in the exam, but because of your family conditions at that time, you scored more than 98 points many times, and I didn't keep my promise.

you never mentioned it, but I always kept it in mind. Decided to make one for you.

I stuffed cotton with an unwanted sock and embroidered the eyes and mouth with needle and thread to make the doll's head. Cut out unworn clothes and tuck them into cotton to make a body, and such a rough and special doll was made.

when you hold the doll, you not only have no disgust but also happily show off to your cousin and say, "you see, my mother made it to me. You all don't have the same, because there's only one in the world."

I was shocked by you that you cherish a shoddy product so much.

what you make me think I am doing is unique.