That evening, the atmosphere at home was unusually tense. My grandmother sat on an old wicker chair with a firm expression, while my mother stood in front of her, her voice eager: "Mom, do you want money again?" I've done my best! ”
Grandma replied coldly: "You are my daughter, and it is only right to take care of me." Look at your uncle, he never let me down. ”
My mother's face turned red and she said excitedly, "I've been trying my best to take care of you, but what about my uncle?" He cares very little about you! ”
Grandma was still unmoved, and said slowly: "That's because his conditions are not as good as yours." You are a daughter, and you should care more about me. ”
My mother trembled with anger and raised her voice: "I also have my own family to take care of, why can't you understand?" ”
Grandma shook her head and insisted: "What's the use of you saying this, my daughter should be filial." If you don't give money, how can I live? ”
Feeling greatly wronged, my mother turned and rushed out of the room, tears rolling in her eyes. I watched silently, feeling a heartache in my heart, angry at my mother's injustice, and disappointed in my grandmother's favoritism.
In retrospect, the conflict between my mom and my grandmother has been going on for a long time. My grandmother has always held a traditional patriarchal mentality. In her eyes, my uncle was right in whatever she did, while my mother was always demanded.
When I was a child, my mom used to tell me what happened to her. When my uncle was in college, his family was not well-off, but my mother worked hard and scraped together money to support him. My mom was married and was supposed to live on her own, but she still had to pay for my uncle's tuition.
However, my grandmother never expressed her gratitude to my mother. Instead, she always found all sorts of excuses to ask my mom for money. The dowry when she got married, and the expenses for having a child, my grandmother always took it for granted.
Once, my mother had just received her salary, and my grandmother came to find fault: "You have earned a lot this month, buy some supplements for your mother." ”
Although my mother was reluctant, she agreed. She said to me: "My daughter is my mother's intimate clothes, and of course I have to be filial." ”
However, no matter how much my mom gave, my grandmother never seemed satisfied. Whenever my uncle had a need, no matter how big or small, my grandmother was always the first to stand up and support. As for my mother's needs and contributions, my grandmother turned a blind eye.
My mom always had a scar in her heart that wouldn't heal. She worked hard and hoped for her grandmother's approval, but it seemed that she would never be able to achieve it. This feeling of neglect and unfairness has always been a backlog in my mother's mind.
Last fall, my grandmother was seriously ill, and doctors announced that her days were numbered. Realizing this reality, my grandmother decided to settle down with the house. She summoned the whole family home, including her uncle, who was working far away.
In the old living room, although my grandmother's voice was weak, her words were firm: "I plan to leave the house to your uncle and give your mother 180,000 cash." ”
When my mother heard this, her expression was complicated, she was silent, bowing her head and saying nothing. Her loss and reluctance made me feel empathy.
However, the unexpected happened. Shortly after my grandmother died, my uncle suddenly stopped us all. He stood in the living room** and stared at us: "I have a proposal, about the legacy. ”
We were all amazed and couldn't understand why my uncle said that. After all, according to his grandmother's wishes, he was the biggest beneficiary.
The uncle was silent for a moment, and then spoke slowly: "I can't ask for the house. All these years, it was my sister (referring to my mother) who had been taking care of my grandmother, and I had done almost nothing. I think the house should belong to her. ”
My mother looked up in shock: "This. Are you serious? ”
Uncle nodded: "Yes." I understand my previous shortcomings. I used to enjoy my grandmother's favoritism, but I didn't reciprocate it as much as I deserved. Now, I want to do something. ”
I looked at my uncle and my mind changed my opinion of him. I never expected him to be so transformed.
The uncle continued to say to his mother, "I will transfer the house to you." This is my responsibility as a younger brother. ”
The atmosphere in the living room became heavy and warm for a while. My mother's tears flowed silently, releasing years of emotion.
At my uncle's insistence, the house eventually passed into my mother's name. My uncle came to our house and handed over the real estate deed to my mother: "Sister, this is what you deserve." Over the years, you have given so much for your family. ”
My mother took the title deed and burst into tears. She said in a trembling voice, "Me." I didn't expect you to do that. ”
Uncle smiled and said, "Sister, I know what I did in the past was wrong. I never realized your hard work. But now, I want to do what I can to make amends for the past. ”
My mother looked at my uncle for a long time, speechless. Eventually, she whispered, "Thank you, brother." I just want our family to live in harmony. ”
Uncle nodded: "Me too." From now on, I will be more concerned about family affairs. ”
I watched silently from the sidelines, feeling a warm power surging in my heart. This incident not only changed the relationship between my mother and uncle, but also made the whole family feel truly reconciled and understood.
From that day on, my mother's expression became relaxed and the family atmosphere became more warm. It was a new beginning, and a more harmonious family began to take shape.