That winter evening, my mother hugged me tightly, and we walked through the deep snow to the door of the third aunt's house. At that time, the family was poor, and every meal often had only a simple taste of brine, and oil had become a luxury. My mother's face was flushed with frostbite, and she said to the third aunt with some embarrassment: "Third aunt, the family has run out of oil, can you lend us some?" ”
The third aunt, a distant relative of mine, is said to have been a famous beauty in the village when she was young, but she was also known for being mean. The needlework in her hands never stopped, and she squinted at her mother and said, "Don't cook without oil, your family won't go hungry!" ”
The mother was not angry and whispered, "When the salary is paid next month, I will definitely pay you back." However, the third aunt waved her hand: "No oil, don't bother me." "My mother returned empty-handed, just gently stroked my head, and did not complain, only the resolute back was deeply imprinted in my heart.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I am no longer the child in the mother's arms, but a man who can take charge of himself. Mother, the imprint of time has been deeply engraved on her face. Although life has changed for the better, she has never forgotten the humiliation of that winter, which made her stronger and more stressed about the importance of self-reliance.
Yesterday, when I stepped into a familiar village, I proved my mother's words - one person can indeed change everything. From a poor boy who was once ridiculed to a mature man who now lives a privileged life in the city. My heart was filled with joy and anticipation as I prepared to go home to see my elderly mother.
The image of my mother has always been tough and gentle in my memory, and the humiliating scene of her rejection of oil that day seems to have happened yesterday. For the third aunt, I always have a mustard in my heart. Although she was superior but mean at that time, even though the years had taken away her beauty, it could not erase the utilitarianism and narrow-mindedness in her heart.
When I walked to my third aunt's door, I had already made up my mind that I would never set foot in her house unless she was genuinely friendly to me.
However, before I could make a move, the third aunt was already walking towards her at the entrance of the alley, with a hint of tactfulness in her voice, but she couldn't hide the calculation: "Xiaoqiang, you are now in an important position, you might as well come back and see the old neighbors." After all, as you get older, your mood becomes more and more lonely. ”
I was slightly stunned, and I was puzzled by her change of attitude. The third aunt is obviously aware of my elevated status, and perhaps her enthusiasm is just a matter of interest, hoping to seek my help in the future.
I sighed softly in my heart, and in an instant, my mother's helpless and determined gaze appeared in my mind. I tried to stay calm and replied, "Third aunt, it's true that I haven't seen you for a long time. But I'm so busy today that I have to go to visit my mother. ”
She hurriedly added: "Alas, I know that you have a successful career now and are well-informed. The past is in the past, aren't we also a family? ”
I could feel the awkwardness and reconciliation in her words, but it wasn't what I was expecting. The third aunt's change in attitude is just a reflection of the pressure of reality and personal selfishness, and I don't want to be involved with such a person anymore. February** Dynamic Incentive Program
Third aunt, although we are the same family, everyone must be responsible for their own actions. I said in a firm tone, "I'm coming back this time to surprise my mother." If you do get into trouble, the people in the village will be happy to lend a hand. As for me, I think this might be the last time we'll see each other. ”
The third aunt's face turned red, she obviously didn't expect me to refuse so directly. When I had said this, I turned and walked away, and did not look back. I had some mixed things inside, but more often than not, I felt light. Under my mother's teachings, I learned self-esteem and perseverance.
I'm not sure if I made the right choice, but I believe that everyone's kindness is something to be cherished. Exploitation and disguise should never be synonymous with affection. If you were in my position, facing a relative who has changed his degree because of his interests, what choice would you make? Would you ignore what they have done in the past because of their blood relationship? I sincerely want to hear your thoughts.