Read aloud: Xu Huiqin
Mom's body is not tall, her kind cheeks are slightly emaciated, her non-fat figure contains a lot of energy, and my small mother is busy every day in my memory.
My grandmother's family was very poor, and my mother worked in the fields to subsidize the family at a very young age, and when she was just 18 years old, she hurriedly married her father to reduce the mouth of the family to eat.
Although my parents were in a hurry to get married, from my observation, my mother was still satisfied with my father.
When my mother first got married, although our family could eat enough, housing was more difficult, and I still rented someone else's house. Even so, my mother had to help my grandmother cook a dozen mouthfuls of rice every day. Although there was already a concubine, my mother still rushed to wash the dishes. In the eyes of the neighbors, our family has never had a mother-in-law conflict or a quarrel between concubines.
In 1970, less than three months after I was born, our homestead was approved to build a house. Mother got up at dawn to cook for the workers, at that time there was no machine processing, eating noodles noodles kneaded will not be hot will paste the pot, more than a dozen big and small guys of rice are mother hand rolled out piece by piece. It wasn't until dark that everything was packed up and stopped, and then he took me back to rest in my swaddling.
There is a house to live in, but life is still not good, Dad works in the brigade grain processing factory, the income is not much, all depends on the mother to save money to maintain his livelihood.
Dad is the day of mom, let dad eat first, either mom or we bring food to dad. Dad went hunting and mom tried everything to get some cornmeal steamed nests for dad to bring. The most exquisite parts of the meat of the hunt that were beaten back were always left for Dad to eat, and we could only eat some of the more bone and less meat, and the mother would not eat it directly.
Because the living conditions are not good enough, the mother is sick, the medical conditions at that time are poor, the mother has been treated as a stomach disease, several times hospitalization can not find out what disease in the end, until the last hospitalization can not be out of the hospital, the doctor let go to the city hospital to do B ultrasound, found out that it is gallstones. Mother's surgery is the first major operation in the county, because the time of illness is too long, the bile has been attached to the liver can not be taken off, the stomach left a mouth in the gall tube hanging a bottle to drain bile, the tube in the stomach is inserted for three months, after this disease is weak Mother is only seventy or eighty pounds thin. Hanging bottles, mother can not stay idle, the work in the field can not be done, just at home, the recovered corn is the mother sitting on a small bench peeled skin. If you can't do the housework as much as you can, the neighbors say that my mother doesn't care about her body too much.
In 1979, the family contracted the vegetable garden of the production team with others, and this time, there were more mothers who were busy, getting up every day before dawn to make a family breakfast, waiting for the children to eat and go to school, brushing pots and washing dishes, cleaning up ready-made dishes and going to the vegetable garden. Since growing vegetables, it must be sold, where the honest mother has done business, will not use the scale pole at all, but this is not difficult for the mother, while selling while learning, in a few days it will be skilled.
In the eighties, the land was divided, and our family was divided into more than ten acres of land, a cow, which increased the labor intensity of my mother, in addition to serving people, I also had to serve the livestock, every day I was busy with the group, the family was still clean, the farm work in the field was similar, and there was a good hand inside and out. The competent mom was really a role model for me to learn from.
In the winter of 1994, dad suddenly had a heart attack and passed away... At that time, I was only 25 years old, the family was only 18 years old, the family was immersed in grief, my mother had to face the reality, strong spirits, suppress the pain of losing her husband, hold back tears to manage my father's affairs, buy a coffin, order paper, please help to fight the tomb, the scenery of my father's funeral...
Later, when we thought about our father and mother and told us about this matter, it was still difficult to hide the sadness and loneliness in our eyes...
My brother is still a minor sister has not yet married, my mother took up the burden of life, and when my father came and when my mother pulled our sisters and brothers four, until we all started a family... We all remember my mother's hard work.
Nowadays, the mother is more than 70 years old, although the body is a little sick, but still get up early every day to see the small supermarket at home, manage the housework, the sister-in-law works the mother cooks, the brother has a mother on duty, the small supermarket is neatly packed by the mother, when there is nothing to sit at the door and chat with the neighbors, talk to the parents.
Mom gave us all the maternal love, as far as possible to make us feel that we are a group of children who do not lack love, she told us with her actions, she will accompany us to grow up, will do her best to give us love and help. And we will also promise each other to wait for our mother, accompany our mother, and watch the ups and downs of this world with our mother...
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About the author: Mo I Kengu, formerly known as Wang Ping, a native of Shangdang District of Changzhi City, a member of the Shangdang District Writers Association, loves singing and writing. His works have been published in publications such as Li Du Wen Yuan. May simple words bring different happiness to everyone.
Reader Profile: Xu Huiqin, working in the Shangdang District Branch of Chinese Life Insurance Co., Ltd.