It was another ordinary afternoon, and the sun hung high in the blue sky, enveloping our small town. I, an unknown sanitation worker, was busy on the streets with an ordinary, full and happy job. At the moment, I have only one goal in mind, to earn a living in order to give the people I love the most a stable life.
Mom!"Not far away I heard my son's voice, who came from behind me with a registration form in his hand.
What's the matter?I turned my head to the side and looked at him with a smile.
I want to sign up for a guitar training class and need to pay a fee upfront. His eyes flashed with longing and anticipation, and it could be seen that for him, this was not only an opportunity to learn, but also the beginning of his dream.
I was stunned, knowing that I didn't make enough money, but I still subconsciously asked, "How much money do you need?"”
Mom, two thousand dollars. He blushed, obviously understanding the hard work I was doing.
My smile froze on my face, two thousand dollars may not be a lot to many, but for me, it means a few months of frugality. It's not that I don't want to, but I really can't give so much money.
Sorry, kid ......I don't have any money right now. I bowed my head, filled with guilt.
His eyes immediately darkened, and he looked at me as if he didn't know me anymore in an instant. "Auntie," he suddenly shouted coldly, "you don't have enough money, you can't give me the life I want." ”
At this moment, I felt as if I had been punched hard, and my son's words pierced my heart like a sharp arrow. Auntie, the character who used to be just a whisper of family affection, has become my label at this moment. I wanted to say something, but my throat felt like something was stuck.
At that moment, my heart felt like a wound had been cut, and the pain that oozed out of my heart was heartbreaking. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't squeeze out the cry, I wanted to explain it to him, but he was already far away.
When the horn of the sanitation truck sounded in my ears, I came to my senses, picked up the broom that had fallen on the ground, and returned to my post. My son's words stung me like tungsten, but they also made me pick up the broom more firmly.
Despite the pain, despite the weakness, I knew that I had to continue my work, because only in this way could I find my presence in this world and find my own worth. Only in this way can I give my son everything I can, and although all this may not be enough, I hope that he will understand my good intentions and understand the selflessness and dedication of a mother.