我的母亲是卖豆腐的。从我记事起,我的身边就只有她。我问起爸爸,她总是含糊其辞。被问急了,她就会告诉我:“他在好远好远的地方看着你。”其实,这都是骗人的。我在这种欺骗里成长着,渐渐仇恨着,直到上小学,学校让填家长栏里的父亲名字,我终于对再次撒谎的她动了火,扔了笔,撕了表格,跑出了家门。其实我没有走远,就躲在家的后院里,等待着、期盼着她能主动来找我,可是她没有。她推着豆腐车出了门。我心里的期盼一点点熄灭,心里对她的恨也越来越深。 My mother is selling tofu. From my memory, my side only her. When I asked Dad, she was always vague. When asked urgently, she will tell me: “He looked at you far and wide.” In fact, it’s all a lie. I grew up in this deception, gradually hatred until elementary school, the school to fill the name of the father of the column, I finally lied to her again, throwing a pen, tearing the form, ran out of the house . In fact, I did not go away, hiding in the backyard of the home, waiting, looking forward to her to come to me, but she did not. She pushed the tofu car out the door. Expectations in my heart a little extinguished, the heart of her more and more hate.