"So what? Who put you in charge? Are you bored? " I was angry and talked back to my mother. "Yes, your wings are hard, aren't they? I said a few words to you, but I didn't consciously study. I really don't know how I can have a daughter like you ... ""Is that enough? You think I want to be your daughter, I ... ""Bang! " There was a loud noise and I felt my face burning. It's dad, the dad who never does it ... tears began to roll in my eyes, and I rushed into the room and slammed the door like crazy.
Sitting on the ground feebly, the scene just now has been lingering in my mind, letting my tears fall freely. In this way, I locked myself in my room and stayed for an afternoon. At night, lying in bed, my mind is a mess, tossing and turning. Suddenly, the door opened quietly, and I quickly narrowed my eyes and pretended to sleep. In the dark, someone came in quietly and sat by my bed for a long time. I held my breath and dared not make any noise. I thought my father would say something, and I didn't say a word until he left. I just sighed, then put something on my bedside table, tucked in the quilt and went out again.
As soon as the door closed, I turned over and saw a small box of ointment in the moonlight. My heart thumped, as if blocked by a mass of cotton. It's hard. Tears are coming out again. It occurred to me that my father didn't say a word, but after sitting for so long, he suddenly understood. Growing up, my father thought I was a sensible child and didn't have to worry too much, but today I actually said such outrageous things to my mother. He must have slapped me because he was disappointed and angry. I should understand them. After all, it's for my own good. How can I break their hearts? Yes, I want my parents to know that I was wrong.
"Mom and Dad, I was wrong! Yesterday was all my fault. I shouldn't be angry with you, and I don't blame my father's slap at all, really! " Leaving such a note, I went to school.
"Daughter, I hope you have figured it out. Mom and Dad are very happy, because you are grown up and sensible! " After school, when I entered the door, the first thing I saw was such a note. The familiar handwriting on it makes me feel happy involuntarily, and the corners of my mouth raise a radian and smile from my heart.
At that moment, my world blossomed in spring.
Fishbone corset originated in Italy. As a supporting material, they are often used in corsets and skirts of ancient European girls. /kloc-In the 6th century, Catherin