His father died, his mother abandoned him, and he lived with his grandfather
That year, I was only 4 years old. Or a toddler who needs to be held and cared for by his mother. My mother came to me that day with red eyes and a grief on her face that she couldn't hide.
She picked me up and told me in a trembling voice, "Baby, Daddy is seriously ill and he left us for heaven."
I nodded in confusion, not understanding what was happening. My mother put me back on the ground and turned to leave. That's when I realized that I would never see my dad again. He left me forever.
Since then, my grandfather and I have lived together. Grandpa is in his sixties, but he still has to ride a dilapidated tricycle and buy scrap and waste paper everywhere. Sometimes I'll sit in the saddle and bump around to help him put away the rags.
More often than not, it's guarding the house, watching the mountains of waste paper and waste in the yard.
I often miss my mother and sister. In the dead of night, I would sneak under the covers and cry. I understood that after my mother remarried, there was no place for me and my grandfather.
They now live in a building in the county town and will never come to see me again.
After graduating from high school, he inherited the scrap collection business, and later his business flourished
That year, I finished my high school diploma and waited for the results with great anticipation. When the dismal list of failures came out, I collapsed - I failed the college entrance examination and failed to get into college.
My grandfather comforted me and said that it didn't matter if I didn't go to college or not, and asked me to help him collect scrap to make ends meet.
I started to dedicate myself to this business. Through my own efforts, I have gradually gained the trust of my customers. My grandfather and I insisted on buying scrap at fair prices and accurate weighing, and we quickly became famous in the local area.
People are sending their scrap directly to our collection point, and business is booming.
Three years later, my grandfather died of illness. The burden fell on my shoulders alone – I had to keep the business going. In order to retain customers, I first promised to continue to do business in my grandfather's way. Then he went to the big scrap station in the county to pull the goods and strive for a more favorable price.
Now, eight years have passed. Not only do we have two large trucks to transport scrap, but we also employ more than a dozen workers. I took people directly to factories and schools to buy large quantities of scrap.
Through his own vision and courage, business is now so prosperous that even the waste company in the county town has a good eye for us, and often gets together to exchange business.
I thought that my mother and sister's attitude towards me would change after the scrap business got bigger. I didn't know that they not only despised my livelihood, but also often humiliated me, a "rag harvester".
I still remember one time I went to the county seat and wanted to invite their mother and daughter to come and sit in my newly bought house. They came with a cold face, and after I gave them a warm reception, my mother frowned and said that it was too dirty and messy, and the house was full of taste.
I explained that the house was clean, only a little stain on the clothes. My mother, on the other hand, looked at me with contempt and said that my life was suitable for rummaging in the garbage heap.
My sister also learned from her mother, saying that she didn't dare to sit on my sofa for fear of inhaling harmful gases. I smiled awkwardly and invited them both to dinner, but they both left with contemptuous eyes, citing physical reasons.
This parting is that we haven't seen each other for several years.
Later, I gave birth to my baby and asked them to come up with a nice name for the baby. I think it's time for them to change their attitude. I don't know that they are more and more ugly to my baby's name.
I could no longer resist asking them bitterly, did my own mother and sister look down on me so much?
The sick brother-in-law had no way to turn for help
A few days ago, my sister called and cried that her husband had been diagnosed with advanced liver cancer, and the doctor said that he had to have a liver transplant, otherwise he would not survive for three months. In order to raise the astronomical amount of money for the operation, she begged me if I could lend 100,000 yuan, and she would definitely find a way to pay it off.
I would have been shocked by the news. After all, the illness of my brother-in-law is a big deal. I was hesitant to help, because they were my loved ones.
But soon I came to my senses – I remembered their indifference and disregard for me all these years. I worked hard to grow my business and become a millionaire, and not only did they not feel emotional, but they often laughed at me secretly.
So I said to my sister in a solemn manner, "My hard-earned money is not for you to spend, and you are not worthy to count on my help." I persuaded her to dispel this idea and raise money to save people by herself.
Unexpectedly, my sister was so violent that she accused me of killing her husband ruthlessly. I didn't care about her anger, I just hung up the phone coldly.
Later, I heard that my brother-in-law's condition deteriorated rapidly. My sister has borrowed a lot of money from relatives and friends to raise money for the operation, and she is still seeking medical advice everywhere. I couldn't help but feel sorry for them, but I knew I made the right decision.
They did it to themselves, and it had nothing to do with me.
My refusal to treat my sick brother-in-law caused quite a stir among relatives and friends. Many people chew their tongues behind their backs, saying that I am too ruthless, and I refuse to save my brother-in-law when I am so rich.
A few of my close friends also persuaded me, saying that saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, and I shouldn't watch a person die.
Indeed, deep down, I also have great contradictions. After all, blood is thicker than water, and when my brother-in-law dies, my sister will be in pain. This may become a heart disease for the rest of my life.
However, I am well aware that I have done my best to be kind. I can't easily change my attitude towards life and my bottom line.
So I told my relatives who talked a lot: I had earned my own money for my own hard work, so why should I save a guy who looked down on me back then? I really can't help them.
I also advised them not to point fingers at me and to concentrate on taking care of themselves.
I thought of a sentence that my grandfather used to say when he was alive: each road has its own way, and everything has its own thing. I chose to make a world out of the scrap industry and walked out of my own life.
Others comment casually, and I won't reply to a word. I believe that when I look back on it many years from now, I will not have any regrets in my heart.