This is home, this is where I live, and this is where I yearn for the most. I look forward to it, to the scene of family reunions, to live in harmony.
On this day, I couldn't wait to get home. The atmosphere at home has always been harmonious, but today there is a strange atmosphere.
Mother, father, what's wrong with you?I couldn't help but ask.
Kid, you're back. The mother raised her head, her eyes were full of helplessness and distress, and she didn't know what to say for a while.
That's right, your dad always comes home late during this time, and his phone is always turned off. I couldn't help it today, so I turned on his phone and found out that he was actually with another woman!The mother complained angrily.
Is there some misunderstanding?I looked at my father and tried to explain it.
Hmph, misunderstanding?You look at these chats, and these **!My mother handed me the phone, and it was filled with some unbearable conversations and **.
I look at this with a heavy heart. Are these all father's actions?How could he do such a thing?I couldn't help but ask, "Father, are these real?"”。
The father was silent for a moment, and finally was speechless.
When a woman "gets bigger" here, she is cuckolding you, it's a real hammer, don't be naïve anymoreMother said coldly.
Hearing this, I felt like a knife in my heart. Such a family conflict is an unprecedented blow to me.
I took my mother's hand and said, "Mom, why don't we go to my grandmother's place for a few days, maybe my grandmother will have a way."
The mother hesitated, then nodded. We packed our bags and left home.
When I arrived at my grandmother's house, my grandmother was basking in the sun in the yard. When she saw us, my grandmother greeted us with a smile and asked, "What's the matter, you came in such a hurry?"”。
I told everything about the family, and my grandmother frowned as she listened. After I finished speaking, my grandmother sighed and said, "Children, there will be many unsatisfactory things in life, but the key is that you must know how to tolerate and forgive.
My mother and I looked at each other, and our hearts were in turmoil. Grandma's words made us ponder, maybe Grandma was right, we should give my father a chance to re-examine him and see if he is really a forgivable person.
Mom, what Grandma said makes sense, we might as well give Dad a chance. I took my mother's hand and whispered.
The mother was silent for a moment, then finally nodded. Grandma's persuasion calmed our minds a little.
Before I knew it, a few days later, my grandmother had planted a flowering plant in front of her house. She said, "This plant is called forget-me-not, and in difficult times, you must learn to be strong, but also learn to be tolerant."
My mother and I looked at each other and smiled. Yes, my grandmother is right, there will be many tribulations in life, but the important thing is that we learn to be tolerant and forgiving.
Grandma's wisdom has given us many inspirations, and we have benefited greatly from her words and deeds. Perhaps, there is room for improvement.
Soon after, we returned home. Although her mother was relieved, her relationship with her father was still strained.
It was very difficult for me to know what to do to bring the family back into harmony.
It was then that another paradoxical event occurred. The mother suddenly became ill, neither mild nor severe, but needed bed rest.
He took the trouble to prepare meals, tidy up the house, and chat with his mother. In the process, I gradually discovered the gentleness and carefulness of my father.
Looking at my father's tolerance and love, I began to re-examine him. Perhaps, the mistake he made was just a momentary loss, but now, he is trying to make up for it.
During this time, I can't help but sigh that conflicts and disputes in the family can only be resolved if they are truly faced and tolerated.
My grandmother once said, "Home is a haven from the wind, and it is also a school of tolerance and tolerance." Perhaps, this difficult experience was a process of family members growing up and learning Xi together.
I look forward to the day when our family can be reunited, face the challenges of life together, and enjoy the warmth and harmony of family together.
A few days later, we left my grandmother's house and went back to our own home. This period of calm has given us confidence in the future, and I am longing for the family to find harmony again.
My mother's mood was unusually low, and I began to doubt my grandmother's persuasion. Hurt again and again, she couldn't trust her father anymore.
For a time, a depressing atmosphere enveloped the whole home. The antagonism between my mother and father grew stronger and worse, and I was so miserable and helpless.
Looking at my mother's increasingly haggard face, I began to realize that I had to make some changes. But this time, I decided not to listen to my grandmother's advice, because I realized that everyone's experience and feelings are different, and my grandmother's wisdom has no effect on us.
I calmed down and began to think about our family's plight. I had to face it: my grandmother's persuasion, though well-intentioned, did not apply to our family's situation.
Perhaps, what we need is a fresh start.
I decided to find a full-time job to ease my mother's burden. My mother was hesitant when I made my decision, and she was worried that I would not be able to cope with the double pressure of work and school.
In the process of looking for a job, my mother also began to pick herself up and she gradually realized that we could work together as mother and daughter to get through this difficult time.
Perhaps, only by continuous efforts can we find a solution to family disputes.
My mother and I went home. Father's grim face looked at us, trying to say something, but in the end he just nodded silently.
After a while, the atmosphere in the house became more and more oppressive. My father started going out more often and came back later.
I was conflicted, I didn't know what to do. My father's infidelity plunged our family into a huge crisis, and it made me feel powerless.
But in real life, those words are so hard for me.
One day, I suddenly received a ** from my grandfather, who anxiously told me that my father had recently become fond of gambling and that the family's savings had been ruthlessly squandered by him.
I couldn't take it anymore, so I rushed into my father's room and asked him loudly, "Dad, how did you do this?".You still gamble and lose all your family savings!What the hell do you want?”
My father looked at me with remorse and guilt in his eyes, he lowered his head and said for a long time: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
All this left me feeling endless disappointment and anger. The conflicts in the family seemed to be unresolved, and I felt sad and helpless from blow after blow.
Kid, it's your dad, he's in a car accident. Mother said in a low tone.
My grandmother and I were stunned at the same time, and we were caught off guard by such an accident. In a hurry, we rushed to the hospital together.
The hospital was brightly lit, and my father was lying on the hospital bed, with a deep scar on his forehead, and the whole person looked a little weak.
Dad, why did you get into a car accident?I couldn't help but ask.
The father lowered his head and his voice was a little choked, "It was my own negligence that caused this car accident." ”
I looked at my father's gloomy expression, and there was an unspeakable guilt in my heart. I don't know why, I suddenly feel that my father is so lonely and so vulnerable.
Under the care of his father, the injury gradually improved, and the atmosphere in the house returned to its usual calm. However, the car accident brought some changes to my family, and since then, my father has become particularly sensitive and irritable, and often has a cold war with my mother, which has caused the atmosphere in the family to become tense and heavy.
Why were you so late last time?Is it because of ......?The father kept a straight face and blamed the mother.
Why do you care about any of this?Haven't you forgotten?The mother was also a little annoyed and pulled away from the quarrel with the father.
I saw it in my eyes, and my heart was sour. The quarrel at home made me feel miserable. Maybe my grandmother's words are right, and the run-in in the family is inevitable, but each of us must also learn to tolerate and understand, which can make the family harmonious.
And now, the disputes and run-ins in the family are still a heavy challenge in my heart.