My first love was a dream

Dad has been very busy recently, always leaving early and returning late.

Today, our family gathered around the dinner table to eat.

Dad's hands trembled so badly that he couldn't even hold the chopsticks steadily.

Looking at his blood-bubbled palm, I can imagine him swinging a sledgehammer on the construction site, hitting the wall with one stroke.

Mom was so distressed that she shed tears.

"Sister Lan, why are you crying? I'm a big man, what's the point of suffering? Just think that I'm losing weight. Look, am I getting slimmer now, and I'm more handsome than before!" Dad chuckled and said Come on, I stretched out my hand fondly to help my mother wipe away her tears.

"What are you talking about! In front of the children, you are not serious!" My mother was teased by my father, and a blush appeared on her fair face.

A few days later, when I came home from school, I was a little puzzled to see that the house was empty.

At this time, shouldn't mom be cooking at home?

At this time, there was a sound of keys unlocking the door, and my mother hurried back from the outside, holding a bunch of things like woven bags in her hands.

"Mom, what are you holding in your hand?"

"Fengfeng is back! Are you hungry? Mom is here to cook for you!"

"Mom, where have you been?"

"My mother was bored at home, so I went to a nearby factory today. It happened that their woven bag factory was short of people, so I tried it and found that it was easy to learn, easy to learn, and I could take it home. How nice to do it!"

At this time, I discovered that my mother's hands had been worn out with many thin cuts, and some of them were bleeding out.

"Mom, are your hands okay?"

She has never done any rough work, and seeing her delicate hands rubbed so badly by the rough woven bag made my heart ache.

How sad it would be if Dad saw her like this!

I saw her hiding the pile of things under the bed, and finally said to me: "You are not allowed to tell your father about this. He is doing odd jobs on the construction site by himself. It is not easy. I am thinking, I can share a little for him !"

"Okay, I promise you, I won't tell Dad!"

Seeing the two of them working so hard, I secretly swore that the only way I could help them was to study hard, and I couldn't let them worry about me anymore.

Although I am very uncomfortable with the new school, but I did not show it, what qualifications do I have to complain?