Appreciation of Excellent Essays by High School Students: In That Moment, I Grew Up
In that moment, I grew up.
The sky was gray and gray, and the rain connecting the earth and sky fell harder and harder. I walked home alone, the pedestrians on the road still hurried, and the words of my father floated in my ears: 'This semi-term exam, the ranking must not go up, come home, the family law is waiting to serve you!'
This time, Chinese: 109; Mathematics: 101; English: 103; Physics: 81; Chemistry: 70; Class rank: 36. Will Dad let me go this time? After all, I am his daughter! But soon I bitterly smiled and shook my head, denying my own thoughts - his heart has no me anymore, since, stepmother gave him a daughter.
Still the cold iron gate, I raised my hand, intending to knock, but my hand stopped halfway. I comforted myself: 'Forget it, go in! What is destined will eventually come, escape is impossible.' 'I'm back!' Dad said from the chair without looking up. 'Yes!' I just nodded dully.
'Show me the report card.'
I took out the report card from my bag, which was as heavy as a thousand pounds.
After Dad looked at it, he shouted at me: 'Kneel down! How could you fail so badly this time? Haven't I warned you before? Reach out your hand!' 'Pop!' My hand felt a burst of pain. I suddenly remembered a sentence - 'Do not erupt in silence, die in silence.' I had endured enough, after two years of being beaten and scolded by him, and finally, I erupted like a volcano. 'Enough!' I stood up from the ground and snatched the family law, folding it in half and throwing it on the ground. 'Why are you doing this to me! I am your daughter, am I not? Just because I don't have a mother to cherish me?' 'Good! I let you become a family, you are an outsider, I quit!' I ran out of the house, running wildly in the street, letting tears flow freely on my face. 'Jun'er, don't run, come home quickly!' Behind me, stepmother's anxious voice came.
I was eventually dragged back by stepmother. After returning home, I stayed in my room and didn't speak to my father or say a word. It was dark, and stepmother came in and sat on my bed and said, 'Don't blame your father, you are for your own good! Families like ours need you to be more successful. Although I am not your mother, I have always regarded you as my own daughter.' As she said this, her eyes were red.
I once again let tears flow across my face......
That night, I talked to my mother a lot, it was a conversation between adults and adults. From then on, I learned to understand my father, no longer arguing with him, no longer fighting with him, in that moment, I realized I had grown up, no longer the childish and naive me before.
