Recently, I saw a missing person notice in my friend circle, saying that a child, in the first year of junior high school, went missing in the city. At first, I thought it was a case of human trafficking, immediately thinking of the dangers of society. Only later did I find out that it was a case of running away from home. The message read: "Son, if you see this information, hurry home. Mom and Dad won't hit you or scold you anymore, won't send you to school outside, Mom promises to love you well in the future." Finally, there was a line: "Please forward, the hearts of parents in the world are pitiful!"
This reminded me of when I ran away from home when I was young. At that time, I was in high school, and my parents accompanied me in the city to study by working at the school. However, they often quarreled. Their quarrels left a deep shadow on me, and even now, I avoid arguments and never like to argue with others. That time, their argument was intense, and I couldn't mediate with my abilities at the time. I felt very uncomfortable, desperate, and hated them. I didn't want to see them again, didn't even want to study, so I quietly left school and returned to my rural hometown. I had already decided not to take the college entrance examination anymore, just be a farmer in this life, preferably leave home early and stay away from this terrible family. Later, my mom called me, crying and persuading me for a long time, before I took a long-distance bus back to school. When I returned to school, they didn't dare to argue at that time. But that didn't last long, they would argue again for some strange reason.
During my university years, one time when I went home for a break, they were arguing again. The negative emotions, the harsh words, all came rushing back, suffocating me, and I couldn't bear it. In the midst of my parents' mutual insults, I picked up a porcelain bowl from the table and smashed it hard on the ground, making a loud noise. Our TV at home was a cathode-ray tube, playing at the time, and I thought about smashing it, causing an explosion, and everyone being done for. But when it came to action, I hesitated, just smashing it on the ground, then I said some harsh words and went to sleep, thinking of leaving the next day. I didn't want their support for university anymore. I had learned microcontrollers in my spare time at school, thinking I could find a job in society with this skill. I had some money in my account that should support me for a while. In short, at that time, my only thought was that even if I begged on the streets, I would be happier than staying in that home.
If parents don't truly love their children, then they will only become pitiful people.