You have experienced the feeling.

You have experienced the feeling.

Only 13 years old, after a week without seeing his parents. The next day when my parents came back, I slept very well and when I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by police aunts and uncles, and my father was sitting in a corner vomiting. My brother is still indifferently sitting in the room playing the computer. Then they rummaged through our house for drugs and then took my dad away, at which point I only had time to give him a hug. After an hour of his father's departure, his mother called back and cried, "Dad was arrested". At that time, I really broke down. Dad's been gone for 8 years.

When I was 14 years old, I knew what it felt like to be vibrating. They make me feel safe after everything happens. I was finally discovered by my brother, and I was beaten very hard. My brother pressed my head to the floor and kicked repeatedly in the head, at that time I could only scratch my brother's thigh to get out. After beating me for a while, he pointed a baton at my face and said: "Will you stop now? Otherwise, this will go straight to the head." I was really suffering then. I called Grandma to the house to stop my brother, but what I received in return was a reproach. "Are you stupid?" I vividly remember this saying of Grandma when she just came to my house. After a while my mother came back, she hugged me tightly and cried, she apologized a lot and then she packed my things for me to go to Grandma's house.

When I was 15 years old, I went to extra school near my aunt's house. My aunt called me back, gave me 100k and asked her to give me breakfast but gave me 200k and told me to give it to my brother. I don't understand... I'd rather Auntie don't let...

When I was 16 years old, I started making peace with my grandparents. I went to Grandma's house to eat rice, while I was eating, there was only one chicken egg. She didn't ask me anything but picked it up for her brother. She said: "I'm in poor health, so I should give it to you." But at that time, I just wanted Grandma to ask me if I could eat eggs, but in the end I still gave it to my brother, right? Why is it so difficult to ask a question, Madam? I tried to finish my bowl of white rice and ran to the back of the kitchen to cry alone... I'm really sorry...

Now that I'm 17 years old, I go to Grandpa and Grandpa again to eat. But in the end? I go to school a lot, that day when I study, I study at 16:30 to 18:30, and when I go home, I am at home at 6:45 pm. But when I came back, everyone was already clearing the tray to wash the dishes... I remember telling my family to wait for my rice to come back but then when I came back I saw this heartbreaking scene... So that dinner, I was alone in the kitchen and the whole family in the living room watched TV and laughed and talked to each other... Normally, my aunt and uncle go to work from 7 am to 8 pm, and grandparents still wait for a normal meal? Why can't come to me...

Hi everyone, I don't understand why when I need someone's help with something, I always say thank you after they help me; but when it's their turn to ask me or need my help, they never know how to thank me or even reply to a sticker after I reply and help? I'm very upset about this and don't want to help such people anymore, but because I keep the relationship and I always do my best to help, I still reply to them. I really feel very disappointed when I reply them a long line and they don't know how to thank, even just seen no rep j. Is it that I am too sensitive when I ask others to thank me after I help them? Or is it because I'm so dedicated that they feel it's obvious?

   Is there any way to make me feel better? Thank you very much!

Anyone like me?

Even though I've lived in the hostel for 2 years, I'm still very homesick, the kind that can't leave my family. In the 10th grade, I had to go to school and run home at the same time, even though I rented an apartment, as a kind of indirect energy recharging to fight everyone's will. When I was in 12th grade, there was a time when I suddenly sat on my bed and cried (but I didn't cry but I didn't understand at that time), when I came home to visit my house, I ran up to the inn and cried (but I also cried when I met the rain. but every time I cry like that, I feel better, the kind of sad and angry bag is better), now I'm a first-year student but I've only been staying for a day and I'm homesick again, now staying 2 3 hours away from home the clock should not be able to run back

I see people around me are not like me. People get homesick on a very gentle level, and I remember just wanting to run home. Is everyone like me? Why do I feel so different from everyone around me? I don't know if I'll do anything better in the future, like this, how can I work far away from home in the future?

Thank you everyone for listening to my story. Well, I miss home next 🥺