It is my purpose to record my past life, and life is full of ups and downs, and everyone's experience is unique.
Life is like a journey, there are highs and lows, and the more you climb the slope, the tiredness will no longer be felt.
In the same way, after a long period of hardship, the pain no longer feels hard.
No matter what you've been through in the past, those experiences are a valuable asset in a person's life.
I was married for seven years before I conceived a child, and I almost lost my life in labor.
It was a very poor time, and poverty caused many people to lose their lives.
Luckily, I was rescued, all thanks to my sister, who is my benefactor for life.
Speaking of my sister, I can say that she is actually a lifesaver for me and my mother and son.
My son was actually raised by her for me, a part I didn't mention in my previous article, mainly for privacy.
That same night, just as I was getting ready for bed, my son suddenly woke up crying.
I quickly got up, picked him up, and tried to calm him down.
Still, he kept crying.
I started to get confused and didn't know what the hell was wrong with him.
I tried breastfeeding him and patting him on the back, but it didn't work.
Suddenly, I remembered the "sister" he had been referring to before.
Maybe he was looking for his sister's listening and comfort.
So, I decided to take him out for a walk, hoping that the fresh air would calm him down a bit.
We walked out into the courtyard and the night sky was full of stars.
I held my son in my arms and thought silently.
Perhaps, he really longed for the existence of a sister, and I was never able to give him that expectation.
I couldn't help but feel guilty and distressed.
Mother's love needs to be infinitely inclusive, but sometimes there is helplessness that cannot meet all the desires of children.
Baby, mom loves you, sorry didn't give you a sister. ”
I said softly to my son.
He didn't respond, just quietly looked into the distance.
I understand that he may not be able to understand what I am saying yet.
Gradually, we returned to the house.
The son began to calm down and stopped crying.
With mixed emotions, I continued to carry him into the bedroom.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.
I know that in his heart, there is always a concern related to his sister.
This is a childhood fantasy and a continuation of family affection.
After I gently lulled him to sleep, I silently thought about my sister who might never be realized.
I hope that no matter what happens in the future, I can accompany my son through every difficult time and give him the most love and protection.
I was cooking pots in the kitchen that day, and my husband went to work.
Because he was going to farm and felt that the sun was very strong, he washed and chopped the vegetables for me, and let me cook the pot myself.
I took my son and daughter in my arms and made soup on a wood fire in the kitchen.
My son is by my side to help me get firewood, in fact he can't do anything, only **.
I gave him the nickname "Mao Wa" because when I first met him, he was full of fluff, so I called him Mao Wa.
I didn't pay attention when I was cooking the pot, and my son ran out to play.
I burned for a while and suddenly remembered that my son was in **?I shouted, "Maowa, Maowa..."But he didn't respond.
My son's voice is brittle, and whenever he hears me call him, he readily agrees, "Uh-huh, uh-huh." ”
But today he didn't respond to me, so I added a stick of wood to the stove and went out the back door of the kitchen with my daughter in my arms to find him.
Because I had a caesarean section, the incision was very large, and I would feel nauseous if I was too tired to walk, so I walked very slowly, and I had to hold my daughter.
I shouted his name as I walked.
There is a slope at the back of my house, and at the bottom of the slope is a well, and there is a pool next to the well.
He was over two years old, and if I stood there playing, I could see him from a distance.
I craned my neck and could only see half of the pool, the other half blocked by the slope.
I thought I was going to turn around and look for him, but I was worried that if I took a step forward, I wouldn't be able to see him if he was playing by the well and was blocked by the slope.
I took another step forward, and it was at this step that I suddenly saw my son lying on his back in the pool.
I didn't have time to think about it, so I put my daughter on the grass and ran a few steps to the shallow rocks by the pool, just enough to reach him.
I grabbed him, lifted him up and put him down the slope.
I put him on the ground and shouted with all my strength to my husband, come back quickly, my son fell into the water.
After shouting, I sat down on the ground, shivering and unable to stand up.
After my son was put on the ground by me, he didn't cry.
The workers in the field heard my cry for help and ran over.
The people from the village also came, and someone picked up my son upside down, and he cried.
Wow".
I don't know how much water he drank, because it was still early February, and it was very cold, so I dressed him in a cotton jacket, cotton pants, and a big cotton hat.
His padded jacket, padded trousers, and hat were soaked with water and swollen greatly.
They picked him up and went to my room to help him change his clothes.
I couldn't get up when I sat on the ground, and a few people came to help me up, but I couldn't lift my legs.
At this point, I saw that my clothes were also soaked, and they helped me back.
Someone else went to the grass to pick up my daughter.
They said, "Your daughter is not yet full moon, and your clothes are wet, and you are sitting on the ground and catching a cold." ”
But I couldn't think about it so much, after grabbing my son from the water, I didn't feel the pain of the wound, and I had strength.
I stepped on the stones in the pool, and my shoes were wet.
They helped me back to my room and picked up my daughter, who didn't cry.
What a thrilling scene!Looking back, I feel scared.
If he lies on his stomach in the water, it's bad.
If I don't take a step forward, or if I go to him a few minutes later, he's doomed.
But there seemed to be a force guiding me forward.
Years later, when I recall this incident, my heart is full of fear, and my whole body trembles.
For it was here that the son of the husband's brother drowned.
Our house is located on the mountainside and only our family lives here.
Later, there was a well at the back of the house, which was not big, but just enough for our family to use and drink.
Next to the well there is a pool with a depth of more than a meter, and we clean it every year to remove the silt so that we can feed the hogweed, and the water we wash our clothes is also poured into the pool.
As a result, the pool is always full.
After that time, my son never went to the pool again.
Every time he watched me clean up the pigweed, he would stand far away and say, "I'm not going there, it almost drowned me." ”
That time gave him a lesson that he will never forget to play in the water again.
I think it's God helping me, otherwise, if my son drowns, I will be talked about by the people in the village.
Because people will say that my son was fine until I had a daughter.
I had just given birth to my daughter when my son fell into the water.
How could this be such a coincidence?People's tongues can kill silently.
People, you can speak highly of the goodness in human nature, but you must not underestimate the malice in human nature.
Some people will maliciously speculate and slander you.
However, as long as you are kind enough, God will help you.