The History of the Struggles of Single Mothers

Chapter 103 I'm a Single Mother
After a long time, Chen Ziyi said: "Mom went to talk to Li Xinyi's teacher. Don't be too inferior. You know, maybe your father didn't hear that day."

"He heard, they just walked past me, and Li Xinyi even laughed at me." Zhao Xi said aggrieved.

Chen Ziyi also knew it, but she couldn't tell Zhao Hai's fault in front of her children, could she?
"Don't be like this. No matter how he treats Li Xinyi, he can't be Li Xinyi's father. No matter how badly he treats you, he is your father. You have to figure this out."

"I know, I know, I don't know anything other than the word dad. One week, the teacher asked us to write an essay about my dad. I didn't know what to write. Finally, I handed in The blank paper was severely criticized by the teacher, even if that is the case, I dare not tell the teacher that I don’t have a father, I am afraid that even the teachers will look down on me, I am afraid that they will not like me.”

Chen Ziyi was taken aback. This was a question she had never thought about. At first, she thought that as long as she cared enough for her child, she would feel happy. Later, when she was struggling to dress and eat, She thinks that as long as she has money, as long as she works hard to make money and give her children everything she wants, she will feel happy.

But today she realized that the so-called happiness is what she thinks it is, and the happiness the child wants is nothing more than a complete family.

Think about it, isn't she the same way?When she was young, Chen Zhengjun was away all the time. She wished that Chen Zhengjun could always be with them at home. She wished that she could be like other children, with parents by their side.

Later, because of Zhao Hai's incident, when Chen Zhengjun drank heavily every day, she hoped that her marriage would be like others, that she would be blessed by her parents and that the family could live happily together.

After Chen Zhengjun's death, she didn't sleep for several days, thinking that she would no longer have a father, and she thought too much that her father would come back to life and continue to be with her.

Zhao Xi was not the only one who had lost his father's love, obviously there was also her, but she didn't feel the same way.She is really a failed mother, she hugged Zhao Xi even tighter.

This was the first time Zhao Xi had sent her into the classroom since she was in elementary school. Zhao Xi glanced at her and returned to his seat with his schoolbag on his back without saying a word.

Chen Ziyi waited there until Zhao Xi's homeroom teacher came. The homeroom teacher was a woman around 40 years old, with a smile on her face, she said kindly: "Zhao Xi's performance in school is still very good, there are some I was a bit lazy at the time, and the words were scribbled and too scribbled. I wanted to call you several times, but I felt that I should encourage the child and give her a chance.

She is still very smart, but her attitude towards learning is not good. At the beginning, she was okay, she did her homework seriously every day, and actively followed the teacher's ideas in class, but now, she is getting more and more watery, and even The composition of the week has not been written yet.

I know that you are usually very busy, but this child still has to be taken care of. The questions are getting more and more difficult now. If you don't take it seriously at this time, it will be far behind the high score in the future.

Whether it's you or our teachers, you still want your children to get good grades, don't you? "

"Teacher, I'm here today to talk to you about Zhao Xi's situation. First of all, I want to tell you about our family situation. I'm a single mother." With just one sentence, the teacher understood.

(End of this chapter)