Mom, are you really my real mother

Don't think about whether your mother is your biological mother or not, she may have experienced something that has been too hard to become like this, and her psychology may be different from other mothers, and now the problem is that your mother doesn't care for you like this, you have to learn to live alone, learn to be self-reliant, learn to take care of yourself, you have to make yourself have a good life, you can try to get closer to her heart, communicate slowly, if it doesn't work, then you should treat her as if she is not your real mother, you have to be strong, take good care of yourself, make some friends, and you will be happier with friends You have to know that life is very good, I wish you happiness!

Your mother is also sick, she has depression and mental illness, she has a tendency to deliberately hurt her relatives, you are really sick with both physical and mental pressure, forgive her, because she has hardships, be kind to yourself, because you have to learn to live independently, at least you should have a few friends.

And what about your dad? I don't know your family background! Did you talk to your mom? Next time you quarrel with her and see what she says? Don't hold it in your heart, it's all family!

This kind of mother? Alas! Have a grateful heart! After all, she brought you into this world! It's good to be independent, it's good to be big, think about this, it's relieved, maybe you can't show your value when she can't move, she'll regret it, really!

How can there be such a fake, pick up steamed buns, you are too sad.

No, you can start thinking about how to survive now.

It's all on your own. Baby, you still have a father who is good to you. Bless you.

Really? If that were the case ... Your mother doesn't admit it.

Such a mother is not worth thinking too much about her, don't think so much, your body is the most important, and you don't honor her when you study hard and grow up!!

One day, my mother suddenly told me that I was not born to her, but was picked up in Xinjiang. (When I was two years old, my mother brought me back from Xinjiang, and it is said that I was born in Xinjiang, except for my parents, no one else was at the scene of my birth).

I was stunned for a moment, and after a moment, I smiled and said, "Yes, I already found out that I was not your own."

Mom: How did you find out?

Me: I just think, you see what disputes I have with my sister, you always scold my sister, and even beat my sister, you have always protected me, obviously thinking that I picked it up, it is someone else's child, and I don't have a long fight.

Mother: That's it?

Me: Also, you're so pretty, I don't look like yours at all, and it's definitely not your own. My sister is as big as you, white**, and has good teeth.

And I, with small eyes, a freckled face, and a mouthful of black teeth.

Mother: What else?

Me: You go to ** with your sister, never take me. Leave me with my grandparents all the time. Also, you always make beautiful clothes for your sister, and you always buy me ready-made.

Mother: Anything else?

Me: And every time you quarrel with your dad and say that you are divorced, you will always have to take your sister with you, and you have never said that you want to take me away.

Mother: Anything else?

Me: You are always ugly in front of others, if you are your own, how can you see your own children feel ugly.

Mother: Anything else?

Me: It's too much, I can't finish it, anyway, I used to think that you were very wronged by me like that, but now that I know that it is not my own, I will not be wronged. Thank you also for taking care of you for so many years.

Suddenly, my mother choked up and said, "So you have so much dissatisfaction with me!"

Something hit your sister, not because you are small and in poor health.

You have small eyes and a freckled face, isn't that inherited from your dad?

When I was a child, I didn't make clothes for you, but then I wasn't busy and didn't have time, and besides, the clothes I made were sold good-looking?

When you quarrel, you always say that you will take your sister away, isn't it because everyone in the family likes you and doesn't like your sister? If I am not at home, my sister has no one to protect me, but I must not be offended?

Isn't that true!

I deliberately said: Why don't my dad and my grandparents think I'm ugly, and don't say I'm ugly? I'm not biological, you just don't love me, so you think I'm ugly. As he spoke, he suddenly couldn't help but laugh ......

Mom laughed too.

Of course, the child is born to the mother, and if you don't worry, you can marry the hospital for a "paternity" test.

In general, of course, yes

Why? Don't know how old you are? Boy or Girl? It's best to be specific.

I think Tangerine is usually biological. Hope.

The answer is: "I" am "your" daughter.

Analysis: "My daughter's mother" is "me" herself, and "your daughter" is "my daughter's mother", that is, "your daughter" is "me" herself, so you in "your children" is "my" mother, so "I" is the daughter of "you Shuziji", and "me" and "you" are mother-daughter relationships.

A variety of authentication schemes all have the same underlying logic. The so-called underlying logic is a way of thinking that starts from the bottom and essence of things and finds a way to solve the problem. The stronger the underlying logic, the stronger the problem-solving skills.

It is your mother who gave birth to you and raised you.

...The one who gave birth to you, as long as it comes out of the stomach through the normal procedures, your dad is not necessarily your dad, your mom must be your mom.

Mother, if I am the waves, you are the sea.

Mother, if I were a bird, you would be the blue sky.

Mother, if I were Taiwan, you would be the motherland.

Mother, if I am the creek, you are the river.

Mother, if I were a leaf, you would be a tree.

Mother, if I am a steed, you are a prairie.

If I am a pearl, my mother is a shining thread, and with my mother, we can connect them all and become a brilliant string and dazzling.

If I am a stream, my mother is a rushing river, and with my mother's guidance, we can cross the valley and move forward bravely.

If I am a white cloud, my mother is a deep blue sky, and only in my mother's arms can we let the wind blow and roll.

If I am a little grass, my mother is a vast grassland, gathering the wilderness of life, extending the green to the desert and the sky.

If I were a tree, my mother would be a majestic mountain, let us absorb the essence of the mountain, grow into a towering tree, and let the deep forest stretch with the mountains.

If I am a drop of water, my mother is the vast sea, containing rain and wind, clouds, frost and snow, rivers and rivers, and the sea is inclusive!

If I am grass, you are the earth. I am the flower, you are the gardener. I am the bird and you are the sky.

I am the fish, you are the sea. I am the leaf, and you are the tree. I am the star, and you are the sun.

I am the bee and you are the flower. Then add some adjectives.

It's a parody. ''Mother, if I am a drifting ship, you are a stretch of shore. ’‘

Mother, if I were a drop of water, you would be the ocean, and you would tolerate me whenever and wherever I was.

Mother, if I were a flower, you would give me the nutrients to grow. I couldn't have thrived without you.

Mother, if I am a rocket, you are the power system. I couldn't have flown into space without you.

Mother, if I were a flower, you would be the earth that nurtured me.

Mother, if I were the grass, you would be the mother earth that nursed me.

If I were a tree, you would be the soil that nourished me; If I were a seed, you would be the nourishment that awakened me.

If I'm a bird, you're the sky, and if I'm grass, you're the earth.

Mother, if I am grass, you are the land that nourishes me.

Mother, if I were a little grass, you would be a towering tree, caring for me.

Mother, if I were a fish, you would be the sea; If I am the clouds, you are the blue sky; If I am a sea vessel, you are a harbor of love.

Mother, if I were a little bird, you would be the tree for me to rest.

If I were a fish, you would be the ocean, playing in your arms.

Mother, if I am a lotus flower, you are a lotus leaf, sheltering me from the wind and rain.

Flowers of the Motherland, my sunshine.

If I'm a little grass, you're a big tree.

Mother, if I were Xiaocao, you would be Spring Rain.

Mother, if I were Little Flower, you would be the gardener who nurtured me.

Mother, if I am the creek, you are the sea