Write an essay on It s not my fault.

Mom, it's not my fault.

Since my sister came to this world, my mother no longer loves me as much as before, she spends all her thoughts on her sister, and I am naturally left out in the cold.

Once, when I didn't want to do a writing assignment, my mother said, "If you don't write again, you won't be allowed to read," or "Either you can burn all the books and go to work in the mountains like my father." "At that time, I felt very uncomfortable, but I didn't say it.

Mom, have you thought about it? What a blow these words had hit me! I had no choice but to walk upstairs slowly with a stomach full of grievances, how I wanted to talk back at that time!

You can do without this guts.

The matter passed like this, and my mother never asked me any more questions or criticized me harshly. But the grievances in my heart can never be erased or driven away. Mom!

Do you know that what you said casually hurt my self-esteem. Do you know that since this happened, you are no longer so holy and great in my heart? You don't know what I wanted to say then, and what I want to say now, is:

Mom, it's not my fault. "Because, on this day, I had a fever and a bad headache.

After I thought about it, it wasn't my fault, but my mom was right! Why do I not understand my mother so much?

It's my fault.

Today. I'm playing while it's a flower.

If Heaven gave me another chance, I would travel back in time to the ...... one day three years agoOn this day, I failed, I lost so badly, I lost so much that I didn't have a chance to make a comeback, continue to write my glory, I was exhausted by losing, and I had to close myself off to heal myself, so I began to live alone.

On the same day, my good friend washed away his shame and created his own glory, and he used his aura to illuminate me, drive away the darkness around me, and illuminate the way I was going. At that time, I couldn't accept any changes, even a ray of light would knock me down, let alone a huge aura, the light stinged my eyes, stabbed my heart, looking at it, I thought of my former self, and then I thought of myself who was lost now, and I was confused in the future. So, I waved my hand down and parted ways with him.

Years of brotherhood have vanished because I can't see it for a while, am I really wrong? I just want to go through the pain of failure alone.

That time, I was really wrong.

Good brothers should share weal and woe, help each other in the same boat, and tide over difficulties together.

A good brother should stick a knife in the other party's ribs, treat each other with all sincerity, and help one of them up when he falls.

A good brother should share his happiness when the other person is happy, and share his pain when the other person is sad.

Time is a testimony to our friendship, and I ended it with my own hands.

Standing outside the door and looking at the clouds in the sky, they seemed to be slowly gathering together because of my confession.

Yes, that time, I was really wrong.