I've always felt like a very curious person, and when I was a child, there were no cabinets and drawers at home that I hadn't turned over. But I never dared to enter my stepmother's room. It's not because of how fierce my stepmother is, but because she always has an aura of mystery about her that makes me shudder. One night, I woke up in the middle of the night and found myself so thirsty that I went to the kitchen to get some water to drink. Just as I was passing by my stepmother's door, I suddenly heard a slight noise inside. Driven by curiosity, I walked to the door and peered through the half-open crack.
I saw my stepmother sitting in front of the dresser, holding a wooden comb in her hand, slowly combing her long hair. The moonlight poured in through the window and shone on her face, and her eyes looked unusually deep. Suddenly, she stopped what she was doing, seemed to sense something, and turned her head to look at me.
I was so frightened that I quickly stepped back, but I accidentally hit the door and made a "bang" sound. The stepmom stood up, walked over to the door, and gently pushed it open.
What's wrong, kid? She asked softly.
I ......I was thirsty and wanted to come and find some water to drink. I stammered back.
Come in, I'll pour you a glass of water. The stepmother said, turning and walking to the kitchen.
I followed her into the kitchen and watched as she poured me a glass of water. I took the glass, only to notice that her hands were shaking.
What's wrong with you? I asked with concern.
The stepmother smiled slightly and shook her head: "It's nothing, maybe I'm a little tired." ”
I drank my water, thanked me, and prepared to go back to my room. But just as I was about to turn around and leave, my stepmother suddenly spoke.
Kid, you know what? I've been waiting for you. ”
I was taken aback and looked back at her: "Wait for me?" Why? ”
Instead of answering my question directly, my stepmother walked to the window, looked out at the moonlight, and slowly told her story.
It turned out that my stepmother married into our family when my father was still very young. But for various reasons, she and my father have always had a bad relationship. Later, my father met my mother, and the two fell in love and gave birth to me. However, shortly after I was born, my mother passed away due to illness. In order to take care of me, the stepmother had to come into our lives.
But my relationship with my stepmother has always been stiff, she wants to get close to me, but she can't find the right way. She's been waiting for an opportunity, a chance to let us go with each other.
So, you've been waiting for me to grow up? I asked.
The stepmother nodded: "Yes, I've been waiting. I know curiosity is in every child's nature, so I didn't stop you from exploring this home. And tonight, you finally walked into my room. I think that's probably our fate. Listening to my stepmother's words, I suddenly felt a wave of sadness. It turned out that she had been caring for me in her own way, but I had not noticed it because of my stubbornness and prejudice. "Thank you, Mom. I walked over and hugged her tightly.
From that day on, the relationship between me and my stepmother changed dramatically. She began to teach me how to comb my hair, cook, and sew clothes, and I began to open up to her and share my joys and sorrows. The estrangement between us gradually disappears, and is replaced by a deep family relationship. Whenever it's the dead of night, I always think about that night. I remembered my stepmother combing her long hair in the moonlight, and I remembered what she said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time." I know that this is the fate arrangement between me and her, and it is also the most precious fate between us.
Now, I'm older** and my stepmom is getting older. But our relationship has never changed, and it is still as deep and sincere as that night. I believe that no matter what happens in the future, we will always support each other and care for each other. Whenever I think about that night, I feel extremely happy. I am glad that I finally broke the prejudice and stubbornness in my heart and entered the world of my stepmother; I'm glad that I finally found that lost family affection and warmth. And all of this stems from that night, the scene of combing my hair in the moonlight, and the phrase "I have been waiting for you for a long time" that I will always remember in my heart.