My mother scolded me for "cutting off children and grandchildren", and I laughed and was speechless
That year, our once warm family encountered unprecedented difficulties. A sudden misfortune caused her mother to be bitten by a mad dog and her life was in danger. At the same time, the father was also bedridden due to illness and was unable to take care of the family. Looking at my mother's painful appearance and my father's helpless eyes, I was so anxious that I did not hesitate to organize an ambulance and medical personnel from the county hospital and send them to the city urgently.
On the way home, my mother worriedly asked me where I was taking her. I comforted her and told her that she only had to go to the city to ** her leg injury, and she could go home when she was healed. My father, on the other hand, was open-minded and said that as long as he lived in my house, he would no longer consider returning to the village.
After more than three months of meticulous work, my mother's leg injury finally healed. However, she felt extremely uncomfortable with life in the city and frequently expressed her desire to return home. I repeatedly delayed my plans to send her back on the grounds that I was busy. In fact, I had already made up my mind deep down that since my father was already in the city, why should my mother go back alone? What's more, the father needs someone to take care of him every day.
In order to return to the village, my mother quietly went out on crutches many times, and each time it made us worry. Once, she got lost and we searched everywhere until a friend who had been to our house sent her back. After that, the mother changed her mind, and she insisted on going to her eldest brother's house, claiming that she would rather die at her eldest brother's house than go anywhere else.
I knew that my mother favored the eldest brother, and for many years, she always thought that the eldest brother's decision was the right one and never gave us other siblings a chance to speak. In order to fulfill my wish to go to my eldest brother's house, my mother launched a fierce verbal attack on me, and her voice often resounded throughout the corridor. Her words were sharp and direct, which made me feel pressured.
Although I knew my mother's distress and persistence deep down, I had to bear her accusations and attacks for the sake of family harmony and stability. I always reminded myself to stay calm and rational and not to let my mother's verbal aggression affect my judgment of family issues.
On that sunny afternoon, the sun was pouring down the entire table and our family was sitting around enjoying lunch. Suddenly, the sweet voice of her daughter sounded, and she called to her grandmother delicately and snuggled up to her mother's lap. However, my mother seemed indifferent, looked at me with a determined look in her eyes, and asked me to send her to my eldest brother's house immediately.
I pretended not to hear, and an inexplicable emotion welled up in my heart. When my mother saw that I did not react, she began to get excited, and swore that I was an unfilial person, saying that I had lied to her and did not care whether she lived or died. Her voice was filled with endless resentment and anger, and she even viciously cursed me for "cutting off my children and grandchildren". When the father saw this scene, his face was full of helplessness and pain, and he finally couldn't bear his mother's evil words, and yelled at his mother: "You shouldn't curse your children like this!" ”
My father's words hit me like a hammer in my heart, and I realized that the tension in our family relationship had reached unprecedented levels. Later, my father communicated with me many times and insisted that I respect my mother's wishes. I know that this is what he expects from me, and it is also his persistent pursuit of family harmony.
A few years later, my mother finally returned to my house after living in the eldest brother's house, the second brother's house, and the third brother's house. Unfortunately, my father had passed away by then, and my mother never had the opportunity to see him again. Whenever I think of this, my heart is filled with endless regrets and remorse.
My mother spent 20 years in our house and did not say goodbye to us until she was 92 years old. We don't talk about the unpleasantness of the past anymore. Sometimes she would talk to herself about the past, and whenever she would interrupt her and say, "It is already our greatest blessing to be able to spend your old age in our home, so why bother with the past?" ”