Mom, you don't want to die, always be with me

Every night before going to bed, after turning off the lights, is the happiest and most relaxing time for me. Every time at this time, the six-year-old son will say: Mother will talk about the day! I said: How many cents do you talk about? (A dime is a minute). The son playfully said: Fifty cents! So the "bedtime talk" before we went to bed began. Often, fifty cents can't be stopped. We chatted in the duvet sometimes, tickled the flesh at times, giggled and laughed, and before we knew it, the time passed quickly. Only when Dad, who works in the study, entered the bedroom and opened the door, the sound immediately stopped, and the whole world was quiet. The moment the door opened, my son lightning covered me and his little head with a quilt, and two small hands tightly covered my mouth, afraid that I would make a little sound. Only to hear Dad say sternly: Sleep or not sleep? Do you want to be physical? We held our breath and hid quietly in the bed. Dad couldn't hear the sound, closed the door and went back to work. At the moment of closing the door, we invariably "poofed" and secretly laughed in the bed.

Tonight, I had just laid down, and before I could turn off the lights, my son leaned over and clasped his hands around my neck and said, "Mom, you don't want to die, you have to stay with me forever." The son said as he cried, and the tears fell down, and the more he cried, the more sad he became. I put my arms around my son, gently stroked his back, comforted my son, and said: Mother is not dead, mother will always accompany you, mother loves you...., at this time my tears are already swirling in my eyes, and I have to endure not staying. This sentence was repeated to the son many times, and when the son heard these words, his emotions gradually calmed down, and the tears slowly stopped. It may be that the son is crying and tired, and in the stroke, the son slowly falls asleep. In the dim light, there was still a trace of tears in the corner of his son's eyes.

I rolled around and had trouble falling asleep. My son hasn't experienced death since he was a child, and I don't know where my son learned the word death. I don't know what the word death looks like in the world of a six-year-old? Death made him so sad. He was so naïve, his mother's white lie: mother will never die. You can let him go.

In the eyes of a child, the mother cannot be absent in his world. In the child's world, the mother is immortal, immortal, immortal, and can always accompany him forever.