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Over 30, I lost the ability to communicate and didn’t want to marry anyone just because of the “show off” my mother did 15 years ago.

My sister got married late, so her eldest daughter is less than a year younger than me. Early in the morning, he brought a backpack of clothes, stood up and rang the doorbell, tears short and long. The baby looks very hurt. I asked and was speechless, I kept crying and sobbing.

At this age, we adults have all been through it, anything can be a problem. Even though it’s sad and funny, I listen to it very seriously. Try to ignore the stories he comes across, next time I won’t be an option every time he wants to “float” home. It was more of a headache then.

The story is because my sister read messages on her cellphone. If you’ve read it, don’t, and even call him to forbid him to play with that friend, not to have sex with other groups.

My sister is not very good at teaching children, but she also knows how to listen and absorb the right things.

When I was her age, I just wanted my mother to be like my sister now.

I am currently a young writer, not so brilliant, but also have some works that are well received by many readers. At least, now I make a living by writing.

However, my career path is also very difficult. And that annoyance also stems from my mother’s excessive and completely wrong intervention.

In seventh grade, I, like many teenage girls, started reading love stories. The more I read, the more I enjoyed it, and gradually I began to compose with my own imagination. Many of the short stories were about burning love and there were many scenes that depicted physical contact which was quite sensitive compared to me who was fifteen at the time.

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It is worth mentioning that during a cupboard cleaning, my mother accidentally found my handwriting. Since she used the first person “me” to write, my mother insisted that it was my diary. The stories of love and physical contact that I describe in it are true. Me – that fifteen year old girl must have been doing mature things with a boyfriend.

My mother brought the letters to my father to see. Next were his paternal grandparents, maternal grandparents, aunts and uncles and everyone who knew his mother.

“This shit is broken! At a little age, in the middle of the night, she ran away from home to follow the boys”.

Then around my neighborhood, all the neighbors forbade their children to play with me for fear that I would spoil their children. I am completely isolated in my own home.

This story was also brought to class by my mother to the homeroom so that she could warn me in front of the whole class. The teacher called me to the front of the podium as a bad example to warn the whole class not to imitate.

The boys in class started teasing me, things gradually got out of hand as they sexually harassed them. However, I didn’t dare to tell anyone because no one would believe me no matter how much I cried and complained.

When I was growing up and having a full-time job, while waiting for me to go to the movies, my first boyfriend was pulled out and whispered by the iced tea seller in the alley.

“This girl is not good, when she is fourteen or fifteen years old, she is already a boy and a girl!”

Even though my lover didn’t let those words reach my ears, we soon parted because of the complexity in my heart.

Maybe that’s why I became more and more eccentric, didn’t communicate with many people, didn’t fall in love or intend to marry anyone.

If on that day, instead of “showing people back,” my mom had a more subtle way of dealing with it, maybe things wouldn’t have turned in this ominous direction. At this point, I don’t blame my mother. However, more than anyone, I know that I have missed many good opportunities in life. But all the reasons stem from the fact that my mother brought bad news about her children back home to the speaker for the whole world to hear.

I don’t agree with my older sister’s excessive meddling with her children, but at least she always closes the door to teach the kids, showing off good things and hiding bad things. Imagine, with the development of social networks today, children are not happy. If my sister put it all on Facebook, Tiktok…then my nephew’s future might be more tragic than mine now.

While digging deeper, delving into the wrong actions of their children, parents inadvertently push them away from their protective embrace. The seemingly fragile walls between parents and children continue to thicken over time, and then one day the consequences are beyond imagination. Like me, even when I was sexually harassed, I didn’t dare say anything to my mother, which should have been a strong support for me…

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