Give me a chance to love you, poem.

Passing by the flower shop, I took a fancy to a basin of embroidery needles and bought them. I decided to love it from today. But, mom, when did you start loving me? For twenty-one years, she has been with me-your ex-husband's sister, my foster mother, a kind woman. From the beginning, I was a disabled child, because my mother was not my biological mother, so I grew up alone. No one can understand what kind of baggage a little girl grew up with. In everyone's eyes, how lucky this girl is, because the new family is rich and prestigious, but who knows, all the little girl wants is the love of her mother and the frolicking of her brothers and sisters. Twenty-one years have passed, and you still haven't let go of your resentment or looked at me. Am I wrong? Was my birth a mistake? You hate that man, and he is also the person I call uncle now. He betrayed you and broke your heart, but he was wrong. But I'm not wrong. Why do you take me for him? Yes, I shouldn't be so dissatisfied, because my mother loves me. She is my foster mother and the woman I love. Although my rebellion always makes her sad, she still loves this ignorant me as always. Mother's Day is coming again. Mom, let me give you a hug. You've lost a little weight. Really not good. Are you still that powerful woman? Time has ruthlessly taken away your youth, but it can't take away my love for you. Thank you, Mom. I love you. Do you know how much I hate you for my mother who has suffered for ten months? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be laughed at by other children; If it weren't for you, I wouldn't feel inferior; If it weren't for you, I also had a happy and simple childhood ... too many misfortunes, and you brought me too much unhappiness, you know? You are so selfish that you treat me like a monster and don't even give me a chance to connect with my brother. You are cruel, you know that? Mom, are you still mom in my heart? We are like a pair of strangers, getting farther and farther away. In fact, I want to shout at your back: "Mom, give me a chance to love you." In fact, I am so close to you. 2 1 year, you haven't even given me a warm look. When I stand at the first turning point in my life, it is not you who are worried about me and feel sorry for me, but the kind foster mother who has been standing by me to encourage and comfort me. Black July tortured me badly, and she lost ten pounds. This is how my poor mother silently takes care of the lost child. And I have been chasing the maternal love I can't get. I'm such a fool. My foster mother studied hard for me and stopped watching TV for three years. Also for my study, she left the problem of sleeping blindfolded at night. After a tiring day, she has to worry about me, trying to get me something delicious. She is afraid that I will cook and get some snacks even if I am tired, but I always think she is bored, but she always laughs it off. Now I want to say to her, mom, I was wrong. It turns out that the love I have been pursuing is around me, and I turn a blind eye. I don't know how many tears you have shed for me. I think I broke your heart, otherwise you wouldn't age so fast. I really want to catch the tail of your youth. Mom, don't get old. I want to give you happiness. I want to give you happiness. God of time, did you hear my prayer? Every minute, I pray. I hope you can hear me. Speak slowly, okay? I don't want my mother to be so old, and good people will be rewarded. I want her to be happy and rewarded. I want to keep such a kind woman. Yes, I love this woman and love her all my life. I want to be her real daughter in my next life.