My mother was a very kind and hardworking woman.
Mother was born in the fifties, people in that era had to do a lot of things at a very young age, and my mother was no exception, because there were more sisters in the family, she was the second oldest in the family, and my aunt went out early to earn centimeters in the team, and my mother had to take my younger siblings at home, responsible for carrying water and cooking. At a young age, I had to drop out of school at home, and there was always something to do.
It wasn't until I met my father that they used to do farm work together at that time, and over time they gradually got better, so it can be regarded as free love. But after she married my father, she was busier.
Since I can remember, my mother always has endless things, laundry and cooking, chopping wood to feed pigs, and she does everything alone except plowing the fields when she is busy farming. My father has always been a sick man, unwilling to do light work, unable to do heavy work, and his mother has to send him snacks a few times after plowing the field, for fear that he will be hungry. She always took good care of her father as if he were a child.
It wasn't until we grew up and even started a family that my mother still didn't have an easy life, not only had to take care of five children, but also had to do laundry and cooking, chop wood, grow vegetables, and did the same thing as before, except that she didn't feed the pigs. I also blame our sisters for being useless and not being able to earn much money, so my mother helped us share a lot of burdens in order to lighten our burden. Mother has always been a sufferer, no matter how poor she is, she is not stingy in front of outsiders.
Sometimes when someone comes to the family to ask for money, my mother has no money on herself, so she will ask someone else to borrow it first, and then pay it back later. When others saw the begging for money, they quickly hid, for fear that people would ask her for money, but her mother never did this, and no matter who picked the fruit of the fruit trees in the house, she would not say anything. This is the kindness of mothers! Always think about others, never think about yourself.
One morning in October 2014, my mother closed her eyes painfully because of her elevated blood pressure, but the rural transportation was not convenient, and she had not had time to be sent to the town hospital.
It was a very cold day, and our brothers and sisters hurried back to see only our mother's cold body. I felt that the sky had fallen all of a sudden, and I never thought that my mother, who was usually healthy and healthy, would suddenly say that it was gone. On the contrary, his father, who has always been sick, is still alive.
My mother was only 56 years old when she died, she never enjoyed a day of happiness, even if it was raining, she was still busy outside, and when she returned home, she had to take care of everything in the house.
The departure of my mother hit me very hard, why did my kind and hard-working mother leave like this, is it just like this for a lifetime? What about good people who say that good people have good rewards? Seven years after my mother left, my eldest child also drowned in an accident. At that time, I really wanted to leave this world to find them, especially when I was going to cancel my hukou for my dearest people, it was really painful. How nice it was me who wanted to leave at that time!
But I gradually found that I could not escape my responsibilities, and that I still had a young son to raise and an old father to take care of, although he had not been very hardworking, but after all, he was the one who gave birth to me.
There is no beginning in life, if you can live, you can live it, I hope everyone cherishes their life, because it is only once, don't you say?