My mother is 89 years old this year, and her figure is very different from what I remember. Once upon a time, her tall figure and abundant energy supported the family, but now only a pair of dry old bones remain.
She was in a wheelchair, and I crouched down to make eye level with her. Her eyes were misty and hollow, and the wrinkles on her face were as deep as ravines. I reached out and stroked her hand, holding the palm of her hand.
Mom, I've come to see you. I whispered.
The mother didn't react, just stared straight ahead.
I babbled on and on about my experiences over the years, hoping to awaken my mother's memory. But she was like a lifeless plaster statue.
With a dull ache in my heart, I stood up and paced around the room. The old ** on the wall caught my eye. **Shang's mother was dressed in a red Hanfu, with a warm smile and a radiant look. I remember when she was a kid she used to wear this dress, and the red fabric danced up and down with her movements.
She still didn't respond, and I felt nothing but great sadness.
Auntie, does she recognize people now?I walked outside the door to look for my eldest sister, my voice trembling.
She has Alzheimer's disease and her mind is basically not clear. There was a deep exhaustion in the eldest sister's voice, and her thin body almost merged with the wall.
The eldest sister barely squeezed out a wry smile: "How long can I last, while my mother is still there, I have to continue to take care of her." ”
I'm coming back to help you this time, let me share some of the burden, you need to rest. I said firmly.
One night, my mother suddenly yelled and drooled, which scared my eldest sister and me awake. We hurried over, and the mother had already left.
The wheelchair fell to the ground, his face flushed and he was delirious. My eldest sister and I were frightened and hurriedly called an ambulance. The mother was semi-unconscious when she was carried on the stretcher.
At the hospital, doctors diagnosed the mother with pneumonia, and the elderly were in critical condition with poor resistance. My eldest sister and I stayed outside the ward, unable to hold back our tears. My mother is 89 years old, and if she doesn't get saved from this illness, I'm afraid she will leave us.
Sister, I really regret not going home to see my mother all these years. Now my mom is so sick that I'm even afraid to see her for the last time. "I couldn't stop crying.
The eldest sister patted me on the shoulder, with a relieved expression on her face: "I'm tired too, she's gone, it's good for us." ”
I looked at my eldest sister in amazement, she was so indifferent to her mother's life and death. I know that she has endured and worked hard all these years, but after all, how can she be so ruthless?
Unexpectedly, just after my mother's funeral, we received her will. The will said that all the property she had saved was donated to a welfare home. We didn't have a penny, and only left us a note with a simple sentence on it: "Thank you for taking care of us all these years." ”
How so?Our two sisters cherish her more than life, how can she do this to us!The eldest sister turned pale and screamed hysterically. I trembled with rage and clenched my fists.
She is a shameless old woman, we regard it as a pearl in the palm of our hands, and she doesn't appreciate it!I hate her to death!I pounded the wall hard and smashed a couple of vases.
We sisters wept miserably at our mother's grave, as if we had lost our souls. We couldn't believe that our own mother would do this to us. I even wanted to throw her ashes away and throw them away.
My mother was also a proud woman, beautiful, capable, and full of vitality. But that turbulent era ruined her, and she supported this family, but she was bent over by life. We didn't let her experience the true joy of family, and that's our regret.
I was finally relieved and no longer saddened by my mother's loss. I want to live my own happy life, so that I can live up to her hard work.
Mom, I'm down, I wish you a good go. I said silently in my heart.
I set up a small ** club, using my mother's inheritance and my own savings to sponsor these children to go to school. At first, I only sponsored 10 children, but over the years, the number has grown to hundreds. They are now all going to school or working, living the life of their dreams.
I began to think about my mother. She was 42 years old when she gave birth to me, and she was devastated and sick after I was born. I think of the scene when she worked all her life and didn't have a chance to enjoy it. If I could come back early and be filial to her, would she have been more confident when she died?This thought has tormented me.
I have finally let go of the knot in my heart for many years, and my longing for my mother is no longer painful and empty. We are the only flesh and blood in my mother's life, and I want to use my own life to remember her hardships. I believe that she will be glad for us to watch us in the spirit of heaven.
My eldest sister and I started to live positive lives, and we encouraged each other no matter what setbacks we encountered. "What is this difficulty, think about the hardships that my mother endured in the past, we are happy. "The eldest sister often says so. Gradually, we are living a fuller and happier life than before.
The most sacred emotion in the world is maternal love. I know this and take it to heart and pass it on to the younger generation. That's the best way to remember my dearest mother.
I often wonder if my mother's choice to donate all her savings to the orphanage has also redeemed her to some extent.
My mother was born in the old society and was forced to bear heavy burdens from an early age, and there was no joy in her childhood. Many of her generation lost their young lives in the war. Mother was lucky, but her desire for freedom and happiness had long been wiped out by reality.
When she grew up, her mother suffered family changes and wandered alone in the city. She struggled to have a happy home, but eventually became physically and mentally exhausted. The birth of my eldest sister and I may not only be a continuation of mother's love, but also a kind of redemption for her.
However, the times and life did not favor her because of this. After a lifetime of hard work, my mother could have counted on us sisters to spend our old age together. But when she was old, she was tormented by fate again, and she suffered from dementia, which we regarded as a burden.
Her life has been in a cycle of destruction, and she has never seen the light of day. The little girl in her heart is still stuck in the dilapidated village of the last century. I think her original intention was just to have a chance to experience the joy of innocence.
So she chose to donate the money to the welfare home, maybe she actually saw another self in her mind. The poor children living in dark corners, longing for the sun, are exactly the portrayal of the little girl. By rescuing them, she finally redeemed the soul that had been ravaged by fate.
I understood my mother's good intentions and stopped complaining about her decision. I want to redeem her regrets with my own life, so that her spirit in heaven knows that her efforts are not in vain, and her persistence has been exchanged for hope.