The 69-year-old aunt had a deposit of 2 million, and her leg was broken in a shower and wrestling, and her children were unwilling to take care of it, and the truth was too embarrassing.
I am a 71-year-old grandmother living in an old-fashioned apartment in Jiading District, Shanghai. I have two sons and a daughter, both of whom are married and rarely come back to see me. They are all in different cities, with their own jobs and families, and I am very proud of them, but I miss them a lot.
It's been ten years since my husband passed away, he is a retired professor, and we have lived happily ever after for more than forty years. Before he died, he left me all his savings and asked me to take good care of myself. I live alone, living on my pension and some savings. I have a deposit of 2 million, but I didn't tell my children that I wanted to leave it to them. I feel like it's my love for them and my promise to my husband.
One day, I accidentally slipped in the shower and broke my leg, which made me cry in pain. I picked up my phone and called my eldest son, hoping he would come and help me. He's a lawyer and he's very busy, but I think he should be able to find time to visit me. However, my eldest son said that he was out of town on a business trip and could not come back, so I asked me to call 120 myself. He said that he would transfer money to me and let me find a good hospital and be good. He said he was worried about me and told me to take care of myself.
I called my second son, who is a doctor and works very hard, but I think he should be able to give me some professional advice. However, my second son said that he was busy with surgery and couldn't pick up **, so I asked me to find my daughter. He said that he would prescribe a case for me and let me find a good doctor, good **. He said he was worried about me and told me to take care of myself.
I ended up calling my daughter, who is a housewife with two children, but I thought she should be able to spend time with me. However, my daughter said that she had to take care of the children and could not leave, so I asked me to find a babysitter. She said that she would buy me some supplements so that I could take good care of my body. She said she was worried about me and told me to take care of myself.
I listened to them and was disappointed, feeling that they didn't care about me and only cared about their own business. I gritted my teeth, dialed 120, and waited for the ambulance to arrive. I was lying alone in the bathroom, feeling cold, lonely, and helpless. I wondered, don't they love me anymore? Have they all forgotten about me? Don't they all need me anymore?
At the hospital, the doctor told me that my leg was broken so badly that I needed surgery and that I would be hospitalized for a period of time. I asked the doctor how much it would cost to have surgery and hospitalization, and the doctor said it would be about 100,000. I thought about it and felt that the money was nothing to me and that I had enough savings to pay it out. But then I thought that my children didn't know about my savings or my situation, so would they worry about me?
I decided to give them a ** and tell them about my deposit and my situation, hoping that they would come and visit me and give me some comfort. I called my eldest son first, and he listened to me, was surprised, said he didn't know I had so much money, and asked me why I didn't say it earlier. I said I wanted to surprise them and give them a good life after I died. My eldest son said that he was grateful to me, but he still couldn't come back because his job was important and he wanted to earn more money and give his family a better life. He said he would arrange a time to come and see me as soon as possible so that I didn't have to worry.
I called my second son again, and he was also surprised, saying that he didn't know that I had so much money, and asked me why I didn't say it earlier. I said I wanted to surprise them and give them a good life after I died. My second son said that he was very grateful to me, but he still couldn't come back because he worked hard and he had to work hard to give his family a better life. He said he would arrange a time to come and see me as soon as possible so that I didn't have to worry.
I ended up calling my daughter and she was also surprised and said she didn't know I had so much money and asked me why I didn't say it earlier. I said I wanted to surprise them so that they could have a good life after I died. My daughter said that she was grateful to me, but she still couldn't come back because she had to take care of the children and give her family a better life. She said she would arrange a time to visit me as soon as possible so that I didn't have to worry.
When I listened to them, I felt very sad and felt that they didn't love me, only money, and only their own lives. I said, I don't need their thanks, I just need their care, I just need them to come and see me, accompany me, and make me feel their love. I said, I don't care about money, I only care about them, I just want to be with them and enjoy the warmth of family.
However, they all said that they were busy and didn't have time to come and see me, so let me take care of myself and not worry about them. They said that they would call me regularly, greet me, and reassure me. They said that they all loved me, but in different ways. They said they were all grateful to me, they were just too embarrassed to say it.
I hung up**, tears flowed, I felt lonely, helpless, and pitiful. I think, I have so much money, but I can't get a little bit of their love, I have so much money, but I can't get a little bit of their time, I have so much money, but I can't get a little bit of their companionship. I think.
I thought, can money really buy everything? I wondered, am I doing something wrong? I thought, should I give them all the money to make their lives better? I thought, should I give up my own life to cater to theirs? I thought, should I die and give them peace of mind?
I was in the hospital for a month, during which time my children only occasionally called me to ask how I was doing, and none of them came to see me. I feel like they're all treating me like a burden, a burden, a nuisance. I don't think they want to see me, they don't want to talk to me, they don't want to be with me. I feel like they're all waiting for me to die, waiting to share my money, waiting to get rid of my bonds.
I was finally discharged from the hospital, and the doctor said that my leg had recovered well, but it would take a while. He said that I had better find someone to take care of me and not live alone. I said, I have no one to take care of me, I only have myself. Then you can get a babysitter, or go to a nursing home, he said. I said, I don't want to find a babysitter, I don't want to go to a nursing home, I want to go home. Then you have to be careful not to fall again, he said. I said, I will, thank you.
I went back to my apartment and found it a mess, dusty, cobwebs, and moldy furniture. I thought, this is my home, this is my life. I walked into my bedroom on crutches and saw my husband's **, and our marriage certificate, and our wedding photos. I thought, this is my love, this is my happiness. I picked up the ** and stroked my husband's face, tears streaming down again. I wondered, is he watching me from heaven? Is he waiting for me? Is he thinking about me?
I suddenly felt a palpitation, and my chest felt like it was being pricked with pins and needles, and I couldn't breathe. I thought, am I going to die? I wondered, am I going to be reunited with my husband? I thought, am I going to leave this world? I picked up my phone and wanted to call my children and tell them I love them, tell them I'm leaving, tell them I bless them. But, I didn't call, I put down my phone, and I thought, they won't answer, they won't care, they won't know. I thought, I'd better stop bothering them, let them go on with their lives, let them be happy.
I lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, felt a burst of warmth, felt a burst of silence, felt a burst of relaxation. I thought, is this death? I thought, is this liberation? I thought, is this the destination? I smiled, said a word, and never woke up.
My words were, "I love you. ”