A memory from my childhood.

I have developed a habit of reminiscing about my childhood since I became an old age. There is a saying that people have a habit of reminiscing about their childhood when they get old, and I think that's right. I was born into a very poor family. My father died when I was eight years old. So I dropped out of elementary school in the second grade and had to help with housework.
When I was about thirteen, I sold firewood in an open-air market. It was 4km from my house to the market. I had to move the firewood on the forklift. It was a very difficult task for me as a young person. And I bought my younger brother's shoes with the money I sold firewood. My mother was so poor that she couldn't buy my brother's shoes until he was five years old. But the shoes I bought were mismatched. My mother was very happy at first, but as soon as she saw the shoes mismatched, she was very angry. I didn't know what to do. However, I still remember my mother hugging me and crying, saying that everything was her fault.