My grandpa’s house where I fostered the golden retriever was sold by him. I was so angry that I demolished the cowshed and sold his cows.

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When I see this kind of post, I want to laugh. My mother’s ability to save things is hard to find in the world. My daughter is almost seven years old. My mother still keeps the toys that I broke. There are wind-up frogs, rubber-band cars, toy soldiers with movable arms and legs, building blocks with peeling paint, bags of glass balls... Whoever dares to take my things, my mother will chase them for two miles to get them back.

When I was a child, I picked up a stray cat, about 1 or 2 months old, and its eyes were still covered with feces. I asked my parents and they agreed to keep it before bringing it back. I worked so hard from the beginning that I couldn’t even drink goat’s milk to raise her until she was one year old. Later, my dad gave me away when I was in school. When I came back, they said that the cat had run away. I didn’t believe it at the time and kept asking my mom. Then he told me that my dad’s colleague’s daughter wanted it and gave it to her. I cried and fussed and refused to go to school to get the cat back, but my dad beat me. To this day, I still can't forget this incident. I won't let him be alone with my dog ​​for fear that he will send the dog away again.

My grandpa's house where I kept the golden retriever was sold, and I was so angry that I demolished the cowshed and sold his cows

My electric car is a little donkey. I bought it when I worked part-time after graduation. I took out a loan and paid it back for several months in order to go to work. Now a few hundred yuan is not much, but at that time, 300 yuan per month was really It's very important to me. My grandparents gave it to my younger brother without telling me. When I found out about it, I cried for a long time. I felt so wronged and wanted to tell me.

When I talk about this, I think of mine. My childhood is past. I was born in 1979. When I was a child, my family was poor and we didn’t have any good things. When I was in the fifth or sixth grade of elementary school, my father went abroad to the United States. Once when he came back from the United States, he brought me a Disney commemorative chocolate. It was a large piece of chocolate made into the head of Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck. Very beautiful, the packaging boxes are very exquisite! At that time, it was either 1991 or 1992. This kind of thing was very rare. It was like my treasure and I didn’t want to eat it at all. Then one day, a guest came to my house. It was my mother’s colleague and her child. I didn’t want to eat it at that time. At home, my mother took out my chocolate and gave it to other children to eat! The most annoying thing is that there are four pieces of chocolate in total, with four different avatars. The kid ate two pieces and took a bite of the remaining two pieces! It's like everything was ruined by me! When I came back and saw it, I was so angry that I had a big fight with my mother, who even said I was picky! Isn’t it just chocolate? Is that chocolate? That's Disney! There is also a cousin of mine who lives in Japan. His daughter is a few years older than me. One year he returned to China and gave his daughter a school uniform that had grown too small after only wearing it a few times.I have two sets, which are the kind of sailor uniforms in Japanese dramas at that time. I really like them. But I haven’t worn them a few times. My mother told me that she was too young and actually gave the top to one of her colleagues’ children behind my back. I was so angry. I ran away from home that night and rode my bike to my grandma's house at 11 o'clock at night, crying all the way. Later, my grandma gave my mother a hard talk and forced her to take her shirt back. I heard that my mother went to ask for some clothes, but her colleague’s daughter didn’t want to give them to her and cried a lot. My mother and her colleague stopped talking after that incident. She always blamed me for causing her to offend others and said I was selfish and stingy. ! I was surprised, how could my mother, who was born in the 1950s and grew up in difficult times, develop such a blind and generous habit?

My dad kept the pregnant golden retriever at my grandma’s house for three days, and then sold them to the dog collector. He was so angry that he demolished grandma’s cowshed and sold the cow

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