I'm really at my wit's end. I was feeling down because my creator program was shut down. My dad kept asking me what to eat for lunch, so I ended up making these two dishes: one stir-fried tofu with bean sprouts, and one stir-fried black fungus with seafood mushrooms. Then we each had a bowl of rice.

I initially planned to eat steamed buns, but I checked and there weren't enough. My dad said to eat rice. I told him the rice was infested with corn worms, so how could we eat it? He said we could still eat it, then blamed me for not cleaning or checking. Is he speaking human language? Clearly, he put broken corn in the main hall during the hot weather, which attracted corn worms that chewed through the rice and flour everywhere. I've bought two bags of rice, and both have been infested. These corn worms are bigger than ants.
There’s so much stuff piled up in his room—old clothes, old quilts, cardboard boxes—he keeps everything. I don’t want to say anything anymore; I can't clean it up. When I try to clean, he just says I only know how to throw things away. If I don’t throw things out, how can I clean? I’m even afraid to show you photos of the three rooms in my house, worried you might think I’m a beggar. I can only endure it. Living under someone else’s roof, there are some things I just can’t explain clearly.
When I have money someday, I will definitely escape from this home. Right now, the rice in the bowl was bought with 1 yuan on the Postal Savings Life Mini Program—vacuum-packed rice. Otherwise, I really wouldn’t know what to eat today. Sigh.