Burned

Because of working in the field, yesterday's plane returned home, today I went to do nucleic acid, and tomorrow I went to accompany my mother to the hospital.

Back home do not dare to see mom and dad, afraid to look at one more look, tears can not control the flow down, the inner inferiority is infinitely magnified, do the daughter's filial piety, the life into today's ghostly look, the husband behind my back secretly borrowed the parents' pension money, are still hiding from me, I really feel that life is better than death. Last night, I briefly talked to my son about the recent situation at home, and I felt that I should let him know that he was in the third grade, not a child, otherwise the house would be sold one day, and he would run away by himself after school. No matter how much he understood, how much he knew, when his mother was hospitalized, he first said to his father, and his mother was slowly telling him when he was discharged from the hospital, afraid that she would be on fire and could not afford to be sick.

I don't know how far the road can go in the future, I don't know how long I can hold on, the words in my heart are not told, who can help me solve, a stomach full of grievances, full of lawsuits.

There is no creation, just recording what I experience every day, which is also a kind of talk.