Before I came to live here, I spent a lot of time at Wuthering Heights. My mother looked after Hindley Earnshaw, Hareton's father. Hindley and I were the same age. His sister Catherine was eight years younger than us. One day old Mr Earshaw went to Liverpool on business. He was away for three days and when he came back he brought a child with him. The child wasn't very old, about Catherine's age, but he was dirty and dressed in rags(衣衫褴褛). They called him Heathcliff. Not long after that, Mrs Earnshaw died and the three children were left without a mother.
Catherine, and Heathcliff became close friends but Hindley always hated him. I must say, I didn't like him much either. He was a strange child. He never complained or cried when Hindley hit him. Old Мг Eanshaw was very angry when he discovered that his son was persecuting(迫害) the boy. Heathcliff was definitely his favorite. I often wondered why Mr Earnshaw admired him. Heathcliff never showed any signs of care for the old man or any signs of gratitude(感激) either. But the old man's love gave him power over Hindley.
As Me Earnshaw got older and weaker, he became bad—tempered(脾气暴躁). Hindley often made him angry by saying nasty things about Heathcliff. Once or twice the old man lifted his stick to hit his son but he was too weak to do it. Then he shook with anger. In the end the local curate(助理牧师) advised him to send Hindley away to school. Mr Earnshaw agreed but he was sad to see his son leave.
“Maybe we'll have some peace now,” I thought.
Catherine was a very pretty girl with thick dark curls and dark eyes and a passionate nature. She talked, sang and laughed from the moment she got up to the moment she went to bed. She liked to play the mistress(女主人) of the house, giving Hindley, Heathcliff and me orders. When the boys didn't obey her, she hit them. But I never let her hit me. She was crazy about Heathcliff. The worst punishment(惩罚) we could invent for her was to keep them separate.
Then one October evening Mr Earnshaw died quietly in his chair. Both Catherine and Heathcliff were very sad. They cried and cried. I didn't have time to comfort them because I had to go to the village to get the doctor. When I came back I went straight to their room. It was after midnight but they weren't asleep. They were comforting each other by describing all the beautiful things in heaven. Tears ran down my face as I listened to them.