She, 42 years old this year, is a laid-off female worker. She is industrious, capable and has a loving heart. She is my mother, a good mother. A year ago, I regarded her as an enemy, and I hated her to the bone because she was my stepmother. I hate her as well as my father. I hate her to leave her family behind and marry her father again; I hate why my father married this woman a year before my mother died. I hate this family. At that time, I never said a word to her, because I was bored when I saw her. In fact, I know that this "annoyance" is mixed with "fear". They say that stepmother will abuse children like me, so I hide from her every day instead of talking to her. Once, what she did made me hate her even more. On the way home from school that day, I saw her crying with two girls. I stood out of their sight, and I recognized their relationship. That's her child. Because the children don't want to live with their father, their father will beat them with cruel means. They want to be with their mother. She agreed. I'm very angry. It's over now. I have two more sisters. When I got home, they were already sitting at the table. My father introduced me to my two sisters. I didn't want to have anything to do with them. I went into my room without food. Since then, I have become addicted to the Internet and often enter my online world after school. I feel that only on the Internet can someone really care about me and understand me. Internet makes me forget myself completely. Dad was so angry that he didn't want to control me, but she just couldn't get along with me. She went to the Internet cafe to find me every day with a pathetic face. Every time I play, I give up halfway. I can't say anything about her. I was worried. I scolded her and cursed her. She cried bitterly, bitterly. In fact, I regretted scolding her, after all, it was my fault. Dad hit me hard, and I ran out to the Internet cafe. I wanted to find someone to listen to me, but she followed me and found me. I hate it. She was surrounded by a few annoying men and began to make moves on her. But I'm useless. I can only call 110. Several hooligans were scared away. At this time, I cried, I don't know why, but because of her eyes, I saw something from her eyes. That is mother's love. Yes, there is a strong maternal love in her eyes. That time I cried very seriously. I no longer go online, because I got my long lost love from her. Since then, I have been close to her, and I have been close to her heart!