There was a time in my childhood memories when I accidentally broke my aunt's secret. At that time, I was about seven or eight years old, and my life was simple and pure, and our games were sandbags, shuttlecocks, rubber bands, and skipping ropes, and these simple toys could make us very happy. Our parents were also relatively lenient in their discipline over us, and as long as we came home for dinner, we could go to the neighbor's house to play at will.
Lingling is my best friend, and we often play together in her yard. That day, I pushed open the door of her house as usual, ready to play with her. However, as soon as I reached the door of the hall, I discovered a secret that shocked me.
My aunt hurriedly came over and blocked my way, telling me that Lingling was not at home. I noticed that the second master of the same village also came out of the back room, and his eyes made me feel that something was wrong. My aunt seemed impatient and urged me to go home. The more I thought about it on the way, the more strange I felt, Lingling's father worked outside all the year round, why did the second uncle appear in her house?
Many years later, when I returned to my hometown, I heard about Lingling's family from relatives. It turned out that Lingling's father not only did not do his job, but also often suspected that his aunt was having an affair. However, in fact, the aunt has been silently shouldering the burden of the family, not only farming, taking care of the children, but also dealing with various human contacts. She was under tremendous pressure alone, but never complained.
Hearing this, I suddenly understood the scene back then. I'm glad I kept my mouth shut and didn't tell anyone the secret. I've also learned that there is no real empathy in the world, and we can't easily judge others as right or wrong. Everyone has their own difficulties and pains, and we should learn to understand and respect them.
Now, every time I think about that secret, I feel emotional. I am grateful to my aunt for her strength and bravery, but also to my own ignorance and silence back then. Because it is those experiences that make me cherish my current life more and understand the difficulties of others more.