In the evening, I was hunched over my desk, correcting my students' test papers, when my husband Yan Hua angrily called me: "Jiang Wan, how dare you decide our child's future without authorization?" "Yes, I know that Yan Yuan is your biological child, so what?" "Don't forget what his last name is, he carries half of the Yan family's blood!" I interrupted his anger, "This weekend, come back and we'll handle that matter." I hung up the phone and saw my son, Yan Yuan, right in front of me.

　　He was wearing his school uniform, carrying a black bag, and standing at the entrance, his eyes red.

　　I don't know how long he had been standing there.

　　Looking at me, his face was full of hatred, as if he was looking at an enemy.

　　"Why do you have to interfere with everything, even the decision of choosing arts or sciences?"

　　"As I grew up, you only made me focus on studying.

　　Did you ever care about my true thoughts? You made me feel suffocated! I am your son, not just a machine for exams."

　　I took off my glasses and rubbed my temples, saying, "Why are you so worked up? It's just a matter of choosing between liberal arts and science.

　　Teacher Xu already told me about it.

　　You can choose whatever you want to study without my permission."

　　My son looked shocked, as if I were lying to him.

　　"If you don't want to study, then don't," I continued, "every decision you make in your life has nothing to do with me." I said this sincerely.

　　Yan Yuan is my only son.

　　I put my heart and soul into him because I was the first college graduate in my family from a rural background.

　　I planned his path ahead of time.

　　Starting from enlightenment, I carefully selected his teachers at each stage of his education.

　　While other children were still playing and fooling around, he was already taking classes, receiving training, and participating in competitions in the city, accompanied by renowned teachers.

　　In addition to spending hundreds of thousands of dollars on tutoring fees each year, I also drove him back and forth hundreds of kilometers every weekend, persevering year after year.

　　I always believed that it's okay to suffer a little in the beginning because life is about going through hardships before tasting sweetness.

　　After all, how could one easily and happily achieve the autonomy in life by lying down and doing nothing?

　　"You're just threatening me, aren't you?" My son suddenly shouted and slammed the door to his room.

　　I sighed.

　　My son thought I was speaking in anger.