Children raised in single-parent families often differ from children from intact families.
Because they cannot enjoy complete paternal or maternal love, they are often sensitive or have low self-esteem, and are more isolated than their peers. This may lead to a timid personality and ultimately an imperfect life.
However, some children raised in single-parent families are independent, very strong, and have their own opinions.
In conclusion, children from single-parent families often exhibit two extremes in personality. This depends on the type of person their single father or mother is, how they raise their child, and how they help the child develop and mature.
My name is Fu Haiyang, I am 14 years old, and I am currently in the second year of junior high school.
I am a child who grew up in a single-parent family. Children from single-parent families tend to fall into two extremes, and I belong to the former: I am timid and cowardly.
This is mainly because my mother has protected me since I was a child and never let me suffer any grievances. Calling me a mama's boy is not an exaggeration.
My father passed away unexpectedly when I was eleven years old. Unlike the kind of death caused by a work injury, he was in an accident while driving his motorcycle. He hadn't bought any insurance before his death, so he didn't leave anything for my mother and me except for a cheap brick house in the countryside.
After my father died, my mother and I depended on each other for survival.
After I graduated from elementary school, my mother sold our brick house for a pittance and moved with me to the county.
Because I needed to attend a junior high school in the county, my mother simply came to accompany me.
My mother's name is Fang Fei. She is thirty-five years old this year. Although she comes from a rural area, she is naturally beautiful.
Her marriage to my father was simply an arranged marriage, not the kind of love-before-marriage that happens in modern society.
But when his father passed away, his mother was still heartbroken for a long time.
Fortunately, my mother is very strong. After my father died, she raised me alone, supported my education, and took care of me.
Although many people approached my mother to introduce her to new partners, she refused them all, using me as an excuse.
I was young and didn't understand much back then, but I still hoped my mother wouldn't remarry, simply because I didn't want a stranger to suddenly appear in our family.
That's just my personality. I can talk about anything with people I know well, but I'm very reluctant to communicate with strangers I don't know.
At school, I had excellent grades, but I was too introverted and spent most of my time studying alone.
Fortunately, I am very talented and intelligent in my studies. I can excel without spending too much time studying, which is probably a gift from God.
As for my father, my impression of him is very bland. He was a kind and honest man, but he drank a lot. When the accident happened, he had drunk too much. If he hadn't been drinking, he wouldn't have lost his life.
After my mother took me to the city, she rented a bungalow with two bedrooms on the east and west sides, and then a kitchen. The toilet was a kind of latrine like those in the countryside.
However, after we moved to the city, I noticed something strange. I didn't know what my mother did for a living, but our family's living conditions were improving little by little.
When my mother first arrived in the county, she worked at a pharmacy as a sales clerk and learned some medicine and medical knowledge.
My mother quit her job after earning a little money because her work hours were irregular and she couldn't take care of me.
After that, Mom started doing this "mysterious" job.
Behind this bungalow was a small warehouse. The door to the warehouse was mostly locked from the inside, and my mother would often go into the warehouse after I fell asleep and work there until very late.
Because I attend classes every day and only go home in the evening, and since the school is quite far from my home, I eat lunch at the school cafeteria.
So I don't know exactly what my mother does during the day.
On Saturdays and Sundays, my mother would be busy in the warehouse for a long time. She would only come out to cook for me at noon and in the evening. After eating, she would go back into the warehouse to work.
Almost every two or three days, a courier will come to pick up some packages of various sizes.
Beforehand, Mom would move the items out of the warehouse. When the courier arrived, he would simply check, scan the code, and affix the tag before taking the package away.
"Mom does online sales…" Every time I ask my mom, she just tells me this, but she won't let me into that warehouse, and she never lets me help her with anything.
At first, I didn't care much, but as time went on, my curiosity grew stronger. Kids are like that; the more you try to keep something from them, the more they want to know.
However, I was very busy studying every night and had a lot of homework, and the warehouse door was locked, so I couldn't get in at all.
"Dude, why are you acting all deep and serious all by yourself..." After lunch at the cafeteria, I was sitting on the flower bed in the school playground when a gruff voice rang out, and I couldn't help but look up at him.
This person is my best classmate and friend at school; his name is Wang Anguo.
"It's nothing..." I couldn't help but sigh and say.
Thinking about my mother's wariness of me seems to have increased the distance between us.
"Did someone bully you? Tell me, and I'll get revenge for you..." After hearing my words, Wang Anguo tucked the basketball under his arm and said to me.
Wang Anguo, whom I usually call Daguo, is my best friend. He helped me a lot at school and has an outgoing and sociable personality.
My personality is actually quite different from his. The reason we became best friends is probably because we share the same fate. We both come from single-parent families and both depend on our mothers for survival.
Wang Anguo is tall and sixteen years old, one year older than me.
Although he is only sixteen years old, he is 180 cm tall and is a key player in our school's basketball team. He plays basketball very well and has a strong physique.
If it weren't for his still youthful face, you would mistake him for a grown man from a distance.
I have a straightforward personality, so I'm introverted and don't like to talk. Actually, Wang Anguo has had similar experiences to me, but he's good at socializing and pretending, and he's also quite independent. He only shows his true self when he's with me.
"No..." I said irritably, sounding quite annoyed.
"Hey buddy, you can't just be a bookworm all the time, doing nothing but studying and spacing out..." Da Guo sat down next to me, patting the basketball in his hand, and said, looking quite mature with his earnest advice.
"What can I do if I don't study? I'm not like you, a sports specialist. Even if you're not good at studying, sports is still a way out..." I sighed and tapped the ground with a tree branch as I spoke.
"I know, do you have a crush on someone? If you consider me a buddy, just tell me, and I'll definitely keep it a secret for you..." Da Guo suddenly leaned closer to me with a mischievous grin, blinking at me as he spoke.
"I say, aren't you being a bit too open-minded? I'm not like you... that's puppy love, it'll interfere with your studies." I was almost speechless by now, and said irritably.
"Actually, this is normal, nothing to be ashamed of... Besides, your mother never hits you, and you're still so well-behaved, it's really strange," Da Guo said with a smirk.
"Yes, unlike you. Your mother is so strict, you always get beaten, but you're still so naughty…" I said with a slight smile, hesitating in my heart, wondering whether I should tell Da Guo about my doubts.
Besides my mother, the other person I can honestly tell is Daguo. Don't let Daguo's carefree attitude fool you; he's actually mature and meticulous.
The mother of Dagou is a teacher at our school, but not our homeroom teacher; she mainly teaches us physics.
Although she is the mother of Da Gou, she is a teacher whom all of us students respect. She has a strict personality and can even be a bit shrewish when disciplining students.
I really don't understand why Dagou like this would still be so lively and flamboyant under his mother's upbringing.
"I'm not going to say anything more, it's time for class..." In the end, I didn't tell Da Guo. If things went wrong, it would backfire and be terrible. It's better not to say anything before things are clear.
During class, I still concentrate on listening to the lecture. That's one of my strengths. When I'm in class, I'm focused on the lecture, and my thoughts don't usually affect my ability to concentrate.
When school was over, I rode my bicycle home, with Daguo by my side.
Although they lived in an apartment building, they were going the same way as me, and Daguo chatted incessantly the whole way.
That's what I admire about him; he always has endless topics to talk about, yet he never bores you.
I arrived home quickly, pushed my bicycle into the yard and secured it, and opened the door to smell the aroma of food.
"You're back. Wash your hands and come eat quickly..." A young woman wearing an apron said to me at the dining table, her eyes full of tenderness and affection...