In my heart, I always thought that my mother would always be waiting for me in the old house, and whenever I called out to my mother, that kind person would run out of the house to pick me up. I never thought that one day I would never find him again. Before that day, I found out that she was really old and became childlike.
Every time I hit **, I always ask enthusiastically, when are you going home?Not to mention, more than 1,000 kilometers apart I have to turn three times, and the life of a child alone has made me have countless separations, how can I have time to go home?Now, my ears are not good, I explained for a long time, and she still asked eagerly, when will you be back?Just like this three times, I finally lost my patience and yelled loudly at my mother in **, he finally understood, and silently hung up**.
After a few days, my mother would ask the same question again, but the tone was timid, without confidence, like an unwilling child, knowing that asking was in vain, he just couldn't help it, and I had an indescribable feeling in my heart. When she saw that I was not annoyed, she immediately became happy. She happily described to me that the pomegranate blossoms in the backyard are blooming, and the watermelons are almost ripeI was embarrassed to hear it. Said that he was too busy and might not be able to take time off. He hurriedly said, you just say that your mother is sick and has no half a year to live. I immediately blamed him for talking nonsense, and he smiled hehehe.
When I was young, whenever it was windy and rainy, I didn't want to go to school, so I pretended to have a stomachache, and my mother saw through it and gave me a good scolding. Now that he's old, he's teaching his daughter to lie, and I think it's so angry and funny. The questions and answers kept repeating, and I finally couldn't bear it, so I told him that I would definitely go back next month.
My mother choked up with joy, but I don't know what's wrong, there are always things that are never done, everything is more important than going home, and in the end I didn't go back. **The mother on the other end didn't seem to have the strength to say another word, and I said with guilt, Mom, are you angry?
This time the mother heard it really, she hurriedly said, child, I am not angry with you, I know you are busy, but within a few days, the mother's ** urged more and more tightly, she said, the grapes are ripe, the pears are also ripe, hurry back and eat!
What's so rare about this?It's all over the streets, and I can't eat enough for ten or eight dollars, and I'm not happy. I have the patience to coax her, but those things are all raised by chemical fertilizers and pesticides, how can you grow them well?
It's true. Mother smirked. On Saturday, the temperature was very high, I didn't dare to go out, I turned on the air conditioner to stay at home, and the children wanted to eat ice cream, so I had to go downstairs to the supermarket to buy it. On the steaming street, I suddenly saw the back of my mother, who had just gotten out of the car, with a basket on his arm and a heavy bag on his back. He bent over, flashing left and right, for fear that someone would touch his things. In the crowded **, my mother struggled with every step, I called him loudly, and he hurriedly lifted his sweaty face to look around. When he saw me coming, he was speechless in surprise.
As soon as he got home, his mother happily took the things out, his hands were bruised, his index finger was wrapped in duct tape, and there was a scab of blood on the back of his hand. My mother smiled and said to me, "Eat, eat quickly, I picked it all out."
My mother, who had never been far away, came all the way for my words, she was in the cheapest bus without air conditioning, the car was hot and crowded, but the grapes and pears were intact, I can't imagine how he came along the way, I only know that there are miracles where there are mothers in this world.
My mother only stayed for three days, and he said that I was working too hard, getting up early and working late at night, and taking care of the children, and he couldn't help in a hurry, and he didn't dare to touch the kitchen facilities in the city for fear of breaking them. He quietly went to book a ticket by himself, and quietly left alone, only to go back for a week, and his mother said that she missed me again, and kept urging me to go home.
I kept praying all the way, I hoped that my mother lied to me, that I hoped that he would be well, that I would listen to her nagging, that I would eat all the dishes she cooked, that I would often take time out to spend with her. That's when I learned that people need mothers to live to be 80 years old.
The car finally arrived at the entrance of the village, my mother trotted over, with a smile on her face, I hugged her, I wanted to cry and laugh, blame him, what do you say is not good, you have to say that you are sick, you can think of it. My mother, who had been blamed, was still happy, she just wanted to see me. My mother happily rushed in and out, and set a table of delicious food waiting for me to praise it, but I criticized mercilessly, the red bean porridge was boiled, the fried foreskin was too thick, and the braised pork tasted too salty.
My smile suddenly became a little embarrassed, he scratched his head helplessly, I laughed in my heart, in fact, I knew that once I said something delicious, my mother had to force me to eat a lot. You have to take it with you when you leave, so I was fed by him and couldn't lose weight, and I didn't belittle him, how could I have a chance to occupy the kitchen?
I cooked for my mother, chatted with him, and my mother stared at me for a long time, her eyes full of love, and whatever I said, she listened reverently with her mouth half-open and her ears sideways. Even during the nap, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me with a smile. I said why don't you live with me if you love me so much?He said he couldn't get used to living in the city's high-rise buildings.
After a few days, I was in a hurry to go back, and my mother begged me to stay for another day, saying that in the morning I had asked someone to go to the city to buy vegetables, and that he would be able to bring them back in a while, and that he must cook me a good meal. The county seat is dozens of miles away from here, and my mother must bring back everything he thinks is delicious and let me eat it, so that he can feel at ease.
When I came back from my aunt's house, my mother's carefully prepared dishes were finally served, and I couldn't help but be amazed that the fish scales were not shaved clean, the chicken nuggets were finely feathered, and there were strands of hair in the enoki mushrooms, whether they were meat or vegetarian, they were all unpalatable. My mother loved cleanliness so much when she was young, but now she is sloppy like this when she is old. When my mother saw that I was picking and choosing, she didn't eat it, and she looked very distressed.
She took me to the night bus, and when it was dark, my mother took me by the arm, and she said I was not used to walking in the country. She accompanied me to the car, and kept telling this and that, and the car was gone, and he was in a hurry to get down, and his foot was caught in the car door, and he almost fell. I choked up and leaned on the window and said loudly, Mom, be careful. He didn't hear clearly, he ran and shouted while chasing the car, child, Mom is not angry with you, Mom knows that you are busy.
This time my mother seemed to be satisfied, he did not urge me to go home, but kept telling me some happy things, and a very good calf was added to the house, and next spring I will plant a lot of flowers in the yard, and listen, my heart is warm.
At the end of the year, I received another ** from my aunt, she said that your mother is sick, come back quickly!I can still believe that we only passed the day before yesterday**, and my mother also said that she was very good and told me not to worry, but my aunt still kept urging me, and I went back in disbelief, and bought a bunch of oil cakes that my mother loved to eat. When I arrived at the village, I craned my neck and kept looking, but my mother did not come to pick me up, and I had a sense of foreboding. My aunt told me that when she called me **, my mother was no longer there, and he walked peacefully. My mother was diagnosed with cancer half a year ago, but he didn't tell anyone, and he was busy as usual, and arranged everything for his future.
My aunt also told me that my mother had changed her glasses early and that it was difficult to see. I hugged the frame tightly to my chest, and my heart felt like someone had poached it. It turned out that my mother knew that her days were numbered, so she couldn't stop calling me **, urging me to go home, he wanted to see me a few more times, and wanted to say a few more words to me. It turned out that the meal I was fussing about was made with his blurred vision, how careless I was!
The night I went back, how he groped his way home alone, whether he fell or not, I will never know. In the last days of my life, my mother happily told me that morning glories covered the chimneys and lentil blossoms like the purple clothes I wore when I was a child.
Mom, you left all the love, all the warmth, and left quietly. I know that you are the only person in this world who will not be angry with me, the only person who will wait for me forever. That is, relying on this favor, I made you wait so long!
Friends, even if you are busy with work, you have to take more time to go back to see your parents, call your parents more, and chat with them, these seemingly ordinary things are great happiness for them. As the saying goes, the son wants to raise but not the parent. At that point, it will be too late to regret it!