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C-PTSD refers to complex relationship trauma that occurs over an extended period of time. That is to say, one has experienced one or a series of long-term or repeated events that are extremely threatening or terrifying in nature. There is no escape from the incident, including but not limited to: torture, organized violence, long-term domestic violence, repeated abuse, etc. . . The 3 core symptoms of PTSD appear after a traumatic event and last for at least several weeks (involuntarily, intrusively, and repeatedly reliving these times, accompanied by strong emotions; following a traumatic event, with vivid intrusive memories) Forms of re-experiencing the traumatic event and re-perceiving threats in the environment; deliberately avoiding cues that may lead to re-experiencing the traumatic event; hypervigilance; persistent feelings of low worth; difficulty maintaining interpersonal relationships)

"...Don't hit me...I beg you, don't hit me..." The three-year-old little girl huddled in the closet with miserable begging sounds. . . The small one kept trembling all over. . .

"Your parents don't want you anymore, what qualifications do you have to be picky?"

"What's wrong? Just pretend that you are still a princess at home...my mother bought these delicious foods for me. They don't belong to you. Please let your father pick you up quickly."

"Why are you staying at our house? If you still want to play with toys, just take your broken rabbit. Let me tell you, your parents don't like you, that's why they left you at my house."'

"My mother actually doesn't like you very much. You should take a good look at it for yourself. If you dare to bully me, I will ask grandma to beat you."

"Your chicken legs and snacks are all mine. If you dare to snatch them from me, don't blame me for being rude to you. You are also not allowed to tell my father, do you hear me..."

"Just stay in the closet and don't come out. I hate you when I see you."

"Tell my mother that you don't want to go to kindergarten. I don't want to have a sister like you. I'm an only child and I don't have a nasty sister like you."

"I cry all the time. I'm probably still mute. I can't speak except when I hit you. I'm afraid you just want people to stop hitting you."

Since I can remember, Xiaomi’s happiest and happiest time was spent in a large truck. . . Xiaomi was different from other children when she was a child. She only had her father. Her father's job was to drive a big car on the road. In addition to her father, she also had several uncles. They were all good friends of her father.

At that time, Xiaomi was little and cute. Her father fixed a small basket in the car, which could hold her. Xiaomi, who had just learned to walk, stood in the basket, holding a basket in her hand. The lollipops given by my father made me giggle from time to time.

Dad and uncles loved Xiaomi very much. They would hold her and accompany her whenever they had free time. However, the good times did not last long. Once, a large truck had an accident, and Xiaomi's forehead was slightly scratched. Although it is not serious, it makes my father and uncles very worried about Xiaomi's growth.

"Jinghua, your girl is too young. It's really inconvenient to carry her around like this. Is there really no one in your family who can help?"

"Our warehousing and transportation work has just started. It's really not possible with such a child. It will also have a great impact on the child's growth."

"It's not convenient for her mother to take her, and neither can my mother. There really is no one who can take her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have to suffer like this with me..." Xiaomi's father hugged her and patted her distressedly. With her little face, Xiaomi thought her father was teasing her, so she giggled, making the adults laugh. . . .

"Jinghua, why don't you give the child to my wife to take care of? Anyway, my son is not much older than Xiaomi, so she can take care of it together."

"Really? Can your wife take care of her? Xiaomi is still young after all, and if she really takes care of her at your home, it will probably take a long time. Don't your family members object?" Xiaomi's father took care of him. With a hint of excitement and nervousness, he asked.

"It's okay. My family is just my mother and my wife, with my son. My son is about to graduate from kindergarten and will go to elementary school soon. It just so happens that they can have time to take care of Xiaomi. Isn't this just right?" Qin was the one who spoke. Uncle, a good friend of Xiaomi’s father

"That's really great. Do you want to go home and discuss it? This is no small matter..."

"It's okay. We can just take the child back. Just tomorrow. We will send the child to my house tomorrow. In this way, we will not be burdened with work. Otherwise, everyone will be nervous when working. After the child is settled, we You can flex your muscles, and the same goes for making more money. Your children will have better living conditions in the future, you’re right.”

In this way, the two-and-a-half-year-old little fan was sent to the Qin family, his father's good friend Uncle Qin.

In fact, Uncle Qin's wife, Aunt Qin, is very kind to Xiaomi. However, Aunt Qin is always busy and away from home for some reason. Therefore, Xiaomi is basically taken care of by Uncle Qin's mother, Grandma Qin.

Grandma Qin hated Xiaomi very much. She pretended to be willing to take Xiaomi with her for the sake of her son. The cute little Xiaomi she met who would giggle from time to time disappeared. . . .

Grandma Qin hates Xiaomi, mainly because this is not her granddaughter. She feels that it brings trouble. And her own beloved grandson Xiaofeng was very angry when she found out that her father brought back a younger sister. Therefore, she especially hates Xiaomi. , even Grandma Qin doesn’t like this little girl even more.

Xiaofeng always thought that Xiaomi wanted to steal his parents' love from him, so he often secretly beat Xiaomi, pinched Xiaomi, snatched her food, and snatched her toys. Xiaomi was also a very strange child. She never complained, and she didn't express it when she had a lot of bruises on her body. Asked her, she couldn't explain the reason. In addition to being sure that the child was not mute, the Qin family always thought that the child was probably mentally deficient. . .

Xiaomi's father went to see Xiaomi for the first time half a year after Xiaomi came to Qin's house. Xiaomi threw herself into his father's arms and weakly asked him: "Are you here to pick me up? Is that right, Dad? Dad, I miss you so much. Dad, I am a good boy. I can eat by myself. My aunt and grandma are very good to me, but I want to go with you. How about dad?"

The Qin family was shocked. The little fan actually said so many words at once. This was the first time that the child spoke such a series of words when he saw him.

Xiaomi's father hugged her and kissed her again and again, "Baby, how are you doing? Dad gave aunt and grandma a lot of money. They will take good care of you. It's too hard for you to run around with dad." , you have grown up and can go to kindergarten, can we continue to live here? Dad has to work and has no time to take care of you. "

Hearing this, Xiaomi lowered his head. . . . After a moment she raised her head, "Dad, you still want me, right? It's just that I'm too young now. Following you will make it impossible for you to work well, right? It will be fine when I grow up, right? You still want it Do you want mine?"

"Of course, daddy wants Xiaomi. I will never leave you. I work hard just to give Xiaomi a better life. Do you understand, Xiaomi?"

"Well! Okay dad, then I will stay at Uncle Qin's house. I will be good. Don't worry! You have to work hard. I will grow up quickly. When I grow up, I can be with my dad. .”

Xiaomi's father kissed her. He didn't expect that such a young daughter could be so sensible. He felt comforted and thought to himself, "I want to give my child a better life." . . However, he did not see that Xiaomi's little face buried in his neck was covered with silent tears. The whole little face fell into a haze. . .