Chapter 6 — Childhood Only Has Leftovers

"That year, because of my short film, my brother, who had just graduated, couldn't find a job. My sister's situation at school was also not good, and in the end she didn't pass the university entrance exam." When they said those words, their faces were filled with confusion. After all, having to lower your voice to beg your children, and especially the daughter who has been ignored since childhood, also needs to overcome a huge psychological barrier. In the end, they still said it. "Can you lend us some money?" I looked at them and smirked: "How much?" They thought things had a chance to turn around, immediately breathed a sigh of relief and hastily said: "Not much, not much. Five hundred thousand yuan is fine." Five hundred thousand yuan. They spoke so softly. Whether it's the money I worked part-time after taking the university entrance exam, or the money I'm working hard to earn now. They always considered it their reserve vault, thinking that when necessary, they could take out allowances for their sons and daughters. "No." As soon as I finished speaking, Luc An cried even harder. Luc Nhien pointed straight at me and angrily shouted: "If it weren't for me making that short film, would you not have been able to find a job? It's all my fault, I have to take responsibility." I pushed his hand away: "That's because you yourself are incompetent." I picked up each plate of food on the table and poured it all into the kitchen garbage disposal. Before, I could only eat their leftovers. But now, I've long had better options. I will not stubbornly hold on to what I have lost and hurt myself. My parents had red eyes and looked at me in despair. I kicked everyone out of the house, then locked the door with a "bang". I leaned my back against the door and informed the management that in the future I would not arbitrarily let strangers in. Then I changed my password. The new password is the day I left home. I relied on myself to escape that damp house, no longer needing an apology. I no longer need my parents to intentionally leave food for me. I opened the food delivery app and ordered more than three hundred yuan of food for myself. Outside the window, the sound of rain continued to patter non-stop. But I finally had a warm harbor. Many years later, the neighborhood in my hometown called me and told me about my parents' current situation. Neither my brother nor my sister have jobs, nor do they take care of their parents. My parents had to ask many people to find me, wanting to ask if I could shoulder part of the responsibility of taking care of me. Without hesitation, I told the staff: "As my childhood was, so will my parents' old age." As soon as I finished speaking, my parents told them to hang up and stop bothering me. Sometimes, this statement is a warm word for some parents. But for some other parents, it's like a life-threatening curse. I laughed cheerfully, turned around and continued to work on my new job. In this world, I am the only one who will not betray myself.