I was born the 8th of August of 2001, I am now a 9th grade student. My childhood was not as every other child’s happy childhood. Life and studies were full of twists and turns. My parents divorced when I was 4 years old. I lived with my dad. He didn’t marry again because he was afraid of the other person not treating me well. When I was little, my father worked in another city and didn’t came back home very often. Therefore, I spent more time living with my grandparents. In my hazy memories, my grandfather and grandmother are my closest relatives, they accompanied me all day, they brought me to school, however my dad only came back for Chinese New Year. Going to school is my dream, but entering college, I think is something frightening.

My dad doesn’t know how I grew up, he doesn’t know what I eat every day either, what I wear, if I am cold? He doesn’t even know what clothes size I’m wearing. What he buys is too small or too big. Likewise, I don’t know how my dad is leaving outside. 8 years have passed since my mum left when I was 4 years old, until now. She hadn’t come see me even once. I didn’t meet the 1-year old child she carried with her when she left.