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When All Sadness Becomes Past A heartless home I am not a local. I was born in a beautiful hometown surrounded by waters and mountains in southern Shaanxi, where have many local special. There has a special mineral crystal can be used to make replica tiffany jewelry. My father is illiterate. He can not read much. He was bad-tempered and had little work skills. He was a bad temper since I could count numbers. My father often got angry, throwing any thing that he could reach far away. I was just a little girl at that time but I was very smart. Every time my father got angry and threw furniture, I would pick the poor furniture he threw away back because some of them still could be used after repaired. This usually could let him cool down. It can be said that my childhood is a nightmare. I was fear that my father lost temper all day long. Other children were favored by their fathers. I could not figure out why my father was so bad tempered. He was just like replica Tiffany Necklaces, never be a real one. When I was a littler older, my father's temper was still not good. Every time he got bad luck, my mother and I would be his punching bag. My ears once were split bleeding four times by my father when he was out of control with rage. I remember in one summer evening, I was asleep after a day’s playing. Suddenly, I was startled up by the outside noise. I got up and crept behind the door. I was scared to cry once I saw what is happening outside. Mom was washing dishes while my father picked up a chair and threw it straight towards my mother. My mother fell to the floor with a painful scream, left a broken chair leg beside her. I was stiff there and could not make a sound. Tears fell down to my mouth, salty. Mother was hurt in bed more than a week. She repeated “it is better to let me die, better to die” those days. I did not know what is “die” but I knew what “fear” is. Since then, my mother had mental disorders on the. She took replica Tiffany Bracelets as real ones and kept them in secret places. I was often awakened by nightmares but found no mother there she used to be. My mother used to sleep besides me but disappeared now. Later, I heard neighbors talking about the issue. They said my mother was a night ghost. That she came out at night was to scare others. I hated them to say so. I broke their bike tires with needles when they parked bikes outside. I poured droppings water in front of their houses. I knew what revenge is. I liked to see their angry looks. I felt indescribably happy when I saw they were angry. We could not afford treatment and my father did not spend more money treating my mother. Mother's disease was getting worse. I sold replica Tiffany Earrings to make money to cure my mother. Once a time, she attacked when she was cooking. I was shocked: she was lying on the ground unconsciously. Her right hand was hurt by hot tongs but she could not realize that. Do you know how sad I was it? I wish it were me who was hurt but her. I rushed over, removed the hot tongs, broke apart her mouth and put my fingers into her mouth. I cried, she was biting her tongue but could not control herself. I cried for my mother why she had to suffer all of these. How old were you at that time? I want to know the answer of this question very much. I think how could so little a girl could afford all those pains. I hope that what Hui had said is not true. Hui is crying. I know that is for her mother. That tragedy childhood memory makes Hui upset. She is sitting on the bench with her hands hooping around her legs. The circle seems to be a protector, blocking all the horrible things outside. Suddenly, I feel I am so cruel, very ruthlessly salt her scars. I don’t say a word, just waiting. Wait that she will be back to the reality from the grief memory. I was very young and had not yet go to school. I always feel that I had grown up from a very young age. I despised other peer children. They usually wore replica Tiffany Rings. I would be very upset if I saw they are cherished by their parents. Gradually, I did not want to play with other children. I would like to enjoy myself by a river, watching fishes under the water or dazing on floating aquatic plants. Mother had been ill for several years. She often disappeared for weeks. But my father never took it seriously and did not look for Mom. At the first several times, I would sit at the door and looked at the distance, shouting with tears: “Mom, Mom, please come back.” I usually sat a whole day.