I grew up in a single-parent family. I didn't feel much at that time since my life looks like this at the very start. But sometimes I still wanted to have a father, not knowing that mom’s remarriage was the beginning of another nightmare. My stepfather was nice to me at first. But after my half-brother was born, he began to treat me badly: stark differences in treatment, as well as awful languages. I could always hear his deliberate whispers, those that were in deliberate to harm me. Home is a place full of enmity and strangers. At last, mom finally got divorced. We are both satisfied with the current situation. I love her, she loved me, and that is enough.