我9岁那年,小妹才5岁,生母去世了。她弥留之际用微弱的声音嘱咐爸:“我不行了……孩子小,赶紧给他们……娶个新妈……”我哭着说:“我不要,我不要,我就要您。”然而,操劳过度的母亲还是离开我们,永远休息去了。不到一年,继母进了门,听说是山里穷苦的农家女。她的一双手和腿有点残疾,走路难看,长得也不如去世的妈妈顺眼,我讨厌她。同学笑着跟我闹:“你有新妈了,要请我们吃喜糖。”从不大声说话而 At the age of 9, my younger sister was 5 years old and my biological mother died. When she was dying, she asked Dad in a faint voice: “I can not do it anymore ... The children are young, they are hurried to them ... Marry a new mother ......” I cried and said: “I do not want, I do not want, I want You. ”However, overworked mothers still leave us and rest forever. In less than a year, stepmother entered the door and heard that she was a poor peasant woman in the mountains. Her hands and legs a bit disabled, ugly walk, looks like the deceased mother pleasing to the eye, I hate her. Students laugh with me trouble: “You have a new mother, and asked us to eat candy. ”