As I said, here are some touching stories about my family. Part 1

So... How to start this...  Here is little bit introduction of my real family. I think my family is a traditional common Chinese family. The first job my dad did was teacher, that is also the reason why he is so good at Speech (lecturing me). His second job was engineer, he made plenty of money at that time. As he becoming older, he shifted into a white collar in one of the building he built. I guess engineering must be a tired job. Now, he is a manager of a small bank with stable salary. My mom was a art teacher, she taught at the same school as my dad, that was the place where my mom and my dad met. She is really good at drawing and painting. She painted a lot of pictures in our condo, and by designing other people's house, she earned some extra money. So, we are not poor and also not rich, a common simple Chinese couple. As everyone knows, Chinese people love to save money for their kids (Jew people save money for business, lol). They told me not to waste any food because there are so many poor people on the earth in hunger. Every morning, they used face washing water to flush toilet. They told me to save money too. As they wished, I was a really good, simple, common kids with decent GPA.
     But, everything changed in middle school, everything,...... As the growing of my mind, those ugly sides of big city came in my head. I started to worry about my hair, straight them even dye them. My current pocket money was not enough for me any more. I started to cheat on my parents for more money. They gave me about 50 yuan every week. That was a quite big number for a middle school kids. My grade dropped badly. Teacher called my dad almost every week. My dad was lecturing me all the time but I wasn't listening to him at all. The Taboo of Chinese people is cheating. My dad finally found out I cheated on them. He beat me up. I cried so hard that I would change. But couple days later, I would forget everything my dad told me. Later on, I joined in a bad community... Sometimes I went back home with blood on my shirt, my dad sighed. I can see that slight tears in my mother's eyes.



to be continue...