My parents are waste collectors. When I entered high school, they collected all the waste cardboard left from the book dismantling in the school. They were as happy as if they had found a treasure. I was both angry and felt sorry for them. Yesterday, my mother suddenly secretly stuffed a gift box into my hands. "Xiaofan, your parents have never bought you anything nice. This is a birthday gift for you. We saved up to buy it." Inside the gift box was an iPhone 4. This mobile phone cost 5,000 yuan, which was half a year's income for my parents. I didn't want to accept it, but they stubbornly refused to return it. They always felt that they owed me something. Since the day I entered the school, others have given me the nickname "Garbage Girl". My homeroom teacher, Mr. Ma, often told me in class to study hard, saying, "Don't end up like your parents when you grow up." In my previous life, the discrimination and cold violence from the whole class made me suffer from depression. When I asked for a deferral of the exam, Mr. Ma said I was being melodramatic. In order to treat my illness, all our family savings were used up, and my parents worked themselves to death. However, Mr. Ma was honorably retired with the "Lifetime Excellent Teacher Award" because he was a relative of the headmaster. I felt a sharp pain in my heart on the sickbed and died of a heart attack. When I woke up, I found myself reborn on the day when he framed me for stealing the mobile phone. I snatched back that iPhone 4. It was the most valuable thing I had ever owned in my youth. It was only after I lost it that I realized that my parents had been thrifty all their lives, honest and kind, and they loved me without reservation. They are my parents whom I am proud of. It's not them who should apologize. There is someone else who should.
