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A Heart-to-Heart with Mom: A Burdened Childhood |
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Mom, there have been so many things weighing on my heart for a long time, but I
haven't had the courage to speak them out to you. Today, I'm putting my
frustrations into words and pouring out my grievances to you.
Mom, I know that you are a good mother who cares and loves me. I understand that
your strict demands on me are for my own good, but I am not a "studying
machine." Every time I fail an exam, I am filled with dread. I am afraid of your
harsh words like "why did you score so low? You are becoming unbearable...". I
have become tired of the exam-oriented education system, but I have no choice.
My classmates and I even made up a phrase to mock it: "What is a score? Only
tears it brings."
One day, while cleaning my closet, I saw a dusty forgotten photo album. I wiped
off the dust and opened it. Inside were pictures of my childhood, the paper had
yellowed with time, but the photos contained the most innocent and beautiful
memories. It was as if time had started to flow backward. The gate of my memory
opened, and the most precious and purest memories of my childhood flashed before
my eyes. The smiles on my face were filled with innocence and brilliance. It
made me miss those days so much.
Lost in thought, I was suddenly snapped back to reality by your voice saying,
"Hurry up and do your homework!" A feeling I can't describe welled up inside me,
and a thought flashed through my mind: "I don't want to grow up!" It was such an
immature and silly thought, but I couldn't help it. I just wanted to go back to
those days where I was carefree and happy. But now, my life is full of exercises
and books, and my mind is filled with studying, studying, and more studying.
Even listening to music or going online has become conditioned upon completing
my studies first. Learning is important, but excessive studying will only make
my mind numb and have the opposite effect.
Studying has turned my childhood into a burden, a heavy burden that is
suffocating me!
Mom, can you understand how I feel? |
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