In this way, I was fed by her fat and white, how can I not lose weight. Moreover, do not degrade her, how can I have the opportunity to occupy the stove?
I cook for my mother, chat with her, my mother stares at me for a long time, and her eyes are very in love.
No matter what I said, she politely half-opened her mouth, listening to her ears with her ears, and even taking a nap, she sat at the bed and looked at me with a smile.
I said: If it hurts me so much, why not live with me?
She said that she is not used to living in the city.
After a few days, I was anxious to go back, and my mother asked me to live another day.
She said that this morning, she has already asked someone to go to the city to buy food. She will be able to come back later. She must make a meal for me.
The county town is more than 90 miles away from here. The mother has to get all the things she thinks are delicious, let me eat, and she can feel good.
When I came back from my aunt's house, my mother's carefully prepared dishes finally came to the table. I couldn't help but be amazed. The fish scales were not scraped, the chicken pieces were fine chicken feathers, and the sesame oil mushroom had hair strands.
Whether it is awkward or plain, people can't make chopsticks.
My mother loved to be clean when she was young, and now she is so old.
When the mother saw me picking it up and picking it up, she didn't eat it. She compromised distressedly and sent me to the night bus.
It was dark, my mother took my arm.
She said that you are not used to the road in the country.
She accompanied me to the car, and kept on the east and the west, the car was opened, and then rushed down, but the corner of the clothes was caught by the door and almost fell.
I choked and screamed at the window: Mom, Mom, you are careful!
She didn't understand clearly, chasing the car and yelling: Child, I didn't have your gas, I know you are busy!
xxThis time, the mother seemed to be satisfied. She did not urge me to go home again. She just kept telling me something happy: the family added a very small calf; at the beginning of next spring, she had to plant a lot in the yard. Flower.
Listening and listening, my heart is warm.
By the end of the year, I received a call from my aunt. She said: Your mother is ill, come back soon.
Where do I believe that when we passed the day before yesterday, my mother said that she was very good and told me not to miss.
My aunt just kept reminding me, I was still skeptical, I went back, and bought a big bag of oil cake that my mother loved.
When the car arrived at the head of the village, I stretched my neck and looked at it. My mother didn't come to pick me up. There was an ominous premonition in my heart.
My aunt told me that when I called, my mother was gone, and she walked very peacefully.
Half a year ago, my mother was diagnosed with cancer, but she did not tell anyone, still as happy as usual, closed her eyes and arranged her own aftermath.
My aunt also told me that my mother had long suffered from eye diseases and it was very difficult to see things.
I hugged the bag of oil cake tightly on my chest, and a heart seemed to be dug away.
It turned out that the mother knew that there were not many days left, and she stopped calling me to go home. She wanted to see me more, and then said a few more words with me.
It turned out that I was picky about the food that refused to chopsticks. It was done with her blurred vision. How careless I am!
The night I walked, how did she find her home alone, she fell, no, I never know.
Mother, at the last moments of my life, happily told me that the morning glory climbed over the old chimney, and the lentils blossomed like the purple clothes I wore when I was a child.