Mother (3rd Anniversary of Mother's Death) 1

It's been almost three years since my mother's death, and I still remember her voice and smile, how can I forget as her son?

Mother's body seems to be compressed as a normal person, hands and feet are short and thick, but the face is normal, until she is old, I realized that we did not ask her the reason, sometimes she will tell us, I am your grandfather fled to Shanxi, I was young at that time, drink local water to drink, think of the tall aunt and uncle, I am half-convinced, what is the use of asking the root? She is my mother, I am her son, the son is not ugly.

When I was a child, my mother used to tell three stories to our brothers, and I didn't know the source of the story, nor did I ask her, but now it is a mystery. "Two-fingered cow stealing" and "The Story of the Big Bad Wolf" are what she often tells, looking at our surprised eyes, three sons gathered around her, which is also her happiest and proudest time. With grandchildren, she repeats her story, and I think that's a wonderful treat for her!

The three of us brothers are her pride, and she often said that after the three of you, your grandfather has never been bullied, and your grandfather has a sharp temper and is famous far and wide, that was the era of fighting, and he could not beat others and had to admit his fate. My eldest brother and I developed early, grew into a teenager, and also inherited the temper of my grandfather, we did not stop until we hit the door of other people's homes, the teacher complained to my mother, and it became the cost of my mother's show off, and she often laughed and mentioned this matter to us.