by Yangyang, United States
When I was three years old, my dad passed away, and at that time, my mom had just delivered my younger brother. Because my grandma was superstitious, she said that it was my mom and my brother that had brought the misfortune to my dad. Having no choice, my mom had to take my younger brother to her parents’ home. Thus, I lived with my grandpa and grandma since I was old enough to understand things. Though my grandparents treated me well, I was still eager to live with my mom and my younger brother. From grade three in primary school, I started to often ride my bicycle to my maternal grandpa’s to see my mom. As she much preferred boys to girls, she was obviously partial to my younger brother in eating and wearing, which made me suffer much. As a matter of fact, I was not very demanding and I merely wanted a home, where my mom could love me and tell me her innermost thoughts and feelings. But I could only meet her on weekends, and whenever I met difficulties at school, she was always not at my side.God's love As time passed, I became unwilling to tell others what difficulties I met. When I was sixteen, a part of teens of my age in the village applied and got the tourist visa and some of them chose to stay abroad. So I thought: My family condition is not good, and if I go abroad, I will be able to earn my own living and further support the family budget, so that it can improve the economic condition of my family as well.