I often went to my grandmother's house when I was a child, and now they often recall that I was eloquent when I was a child and often made them laugh.
When I was a child, I yelled at everyone because of my sweet mouth. I could catch the questions thrown by adults and answer them properly, so my relatives in my grandmother's family liked me very much, and even my neighbors liked to tease me.
When I grew up, I went to my grandmother's house. When my relatives and neighbors saw me, they all said, how did this girl grow up and become quiet? How cute she was when she was a child.
I also want to know why I am like this.
My mother said it might have something to do with that incident.
My mother recalled: that day my father did some menial work at home, and I talked and sang there as usual. My mother said that I like directing, acting alone and talking to myself. But I was very excited that day, dancing, talking and laughing, and I couldn't stop for a long time. My dad saw me like this and thought it was over. I'm afraid this girl is not crazy. He didn't even think about it. "Pa" slapped me in the face, and I was shocked. I didn't respond or cry for a long time.
After that day, my mother found that I was not as talkative as before.
Actually, my dad said it later. He said that he was really worried that I was crazy, so he made this decision.
Obviously, he regretted it, but in order to protect his parents' dignity, he said nothing.
I had a good memory when I was a child. I remember everything that happened when I was over two years old. I should have been four or five years old when my father slapped me, but I don't remember anything. My parents didn't tell me. I don't remember anything. I think it's strange.
I will never forget slapping me in the face according to the truth, because when I first went to preschool, there was a saying that I couldn't work out a math problem. When I asked my dad, after he told me, I made the same mistake. He was so angry that he hit me hard on the head. From then on, I never dared to ask him or ask him anything about my study, but from then on, I never let them worry about my study.
As for me, I was talkative and outgoing when I was a child, but I became a mystery when I grew up. In addition, it may also be related to my understanding since childhood and my ability to capture uncertain expressions on adults' faces.
Since childhood, I have known that people are cold and warm, and the world is cold, so I like to wrap myself up. The older you get, the tighter you wrap yourself up, and you gradually get used to being alone and don't like to talk.
This character led me to lose a lot of opportunities and suffer a lot of dark losses after I entered social work.
Reality has forced me to change. Although I am still very introverted, I know I have broken through myself. I have been imprisoned for so long that a complete change is impossible.
I hope I can make a breakthrough every day and show my best. Come on!