The moment I opened the door, I expected to see familiar furniture and furnishings, but I only felt a different smell in my face. The house was filled with a miasma of black smoke and a mess, and his wife was speechless with red eyes. Faced with this sudden situation, I immediately dialed ** and called the police as soon as possible.
The police arrived quickly and scrutinized every corner, while my wife and I were as speechless as two isolated islands on the couch. The son poked his head out of the room, his eyes full of confusion: "Dad, what's going on?" "His question almost hit me in the heart.
The police asked us if anything unusual had happened recently and if anyone was hostile to our home. "Nope. The wife replied dryly, and despite her efforts to control her emotions, the panic and panic in her heart were still palpable.
* Eventually blamed all this on the possibility of a thief who had attempted to break into the house and left in a hurry, so they left. Tranquility was restored to the house, but it was unusually oppressive. The wife suddenly sat up straight, her eyes shining with determination. She told me that a lot of things had happened in my family during the years I had been working.
I took a deep breath and finally learned that my mom had passed away. She couldn't afford to get sick, and I was too busy with work to come back to see her off for the last time. This incident has become an eternal pain in his wife's heart.
Our conversation was interrupted by the crying of my son, and I looked at him and saw him holding his mother, crying silently. I also joined in their hugs, and the warmth of home gradually returned. However, this does not solve the dilemma at hand.
I asked my wife what had happened that night and why the house had become the way it was. She hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke, it turned out that it was all because of a rebellion by her son.
My feelings became complicated, and I began to think about how to deal with this sudden family crisis. Looking at the night sky, I knew that this home needed me, and it was far from over.
The wife babbled and finally spoke out about her son's troubles at school, which was misunderstood as a thief. I was stunned, I didn't expect things to turn out like this. My son hid behind his wife's back and didn't dare to look at me.
I was just going to look for the ball, and I accidentally broke someone's window. He whispered, his eyes twinkling. I felt a pang of heartache, and my wife quickly explained that the child had apologized and was willing to repair the windows for others.
However, the man refused to give up and insisted on going to school. The son may be disciplined by the school as a result. I was shocked that something had happened to my family during my absence.
The next few days, I went to school and went to each other's homes. Try to solve the problem in the most peaceful way, after all, my son is still a child and needs more guidance than punishment.
Through continuous communication, the school and the other family finally chose to forgive their son. But this incident also made me understand that as a father, I can't just focus on earning money, and family harmony is just as important as the growth of my children.
At this point in the story, my wife and I decided to rearrange our lives together and put more emphasis on communication with our children. But change won't happen overnight, and we don't know if the road ahead will be more bumpy. Whether this home can truly start over is still full of unknowns.