Chapter 7 — Leaving Home, I Wrote My Own Life

“Fortunately, fortunately, you successfully entered college without being influenced by your parents.” Dad also brought a lot of specialties from home, handing them to me with his wrinkled hands. “It's not easy for you to live here alone, right? Eat a lot of food, don't let yourself suffer.” If it were before, I probably would have been very touched. Because I see the concern in their eyes, that's what I've longed for the most. But now, I am more filled with feelings and doubts. This time you come here, what do you want to get from me? But it's not important anymore. I spoke up: "You owe me the gift of giving birth and raising me. I will calculate how much you spent each month on me in the past, then send it back to you in the form of living expenses." "If we pay in full for eighteen years, we will completely no longer have any relationship." Mom could hardly believe what she heard. "You want to cut off ties with your parents?" I nodded. I heard myself say: "That's right, because I don't want to have selfish parents." I'm not someone who is good at expressing myself, and until now, there hasn't been that much bitterness that I want to pour on them. Many words were extinguished by a bucket of cold water when my childhood was still full of joy. They were speechless, what I should have said had already been said. Turning around and leaving, the shadow of the person behind him became smaller and smaller, until he could no longer be seen. My eye sockets were a bit hot, I reached out to touch them, but still shed tears. But it's definitely not self-pity, it's happiness. A long, long time ago, I often used an ancient sentence in a textbook to summarize my fate. If God is about to assign a great responsibility to someone, it must first torment that person's mind and spirit. So I endure all suffering. This is part of my life. My ability to self-regulate is so strong, it was miserably forgotten on that departing train. From now on, the story will be written by me.