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Sauce Purple FM | mother's love and never confused

When I went to work, she would tell me to drive carefully when there were too many cars on the street. When she heard that I was going to drink out at night, she would tell me to drink less and drink less. My mother's memory is getting worse and worse, but her love for me is never confused.

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Sauce Purple FM | mother's love and never confused

Anchor | Yangcheng Evening News all-media reporter Hui Tianjiao

During the holidays, I went back to my hometown to visit my mother, and when I was preparing to return to the city after eating with my mother, as before, my mother loaded the trunk of my car with a box of native eggs and fresh vegetables she picked by hand.

But as soon as I left my hometown and the car hadn't even entered the city, my mother dialed my mobile phone and asked me when I would come home to see her.

I told my mother, didn't I just come home? The mother suddenly realized on the phone, and quickly complained to herself, saying that "it is really stupid". My mother's phone made me cry and laugh. But when I think about it, my heart is full of infinite sadness, and recently my mother has always lost everything and nagged, feeling that she is really old.

Sauce Purple FM | mother's love and never confused

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Six years ago, her father died of cancer and her mother was devastated, and her memory has deteriorated over the years. Once, I received a call from my second brother, saying that my mother was gone. Frightened, I was in a hurry to rush back, when my second brother called again to say that he had found his mother in the crop field two miles away from home. Her mother said that she wanted to see Mrs. Wang from the village next door, but when she came home, she had taken a fork in the road, and she was anxious and helpless. That road, my mother did not know how many times she had walked when she was young, and now she was lost. Listening to the second brother's words, my heart was sour. It seems that the mother is really confused.

That night, I rushed back to my hometown, and my mother was like a helpless child, still grieving over the loss of the way. I persuaded her to come and live in the city with me. The mother insisted on refusing. Helplessly, I only had to give her a few hundred yuan and returned to the city alone.

Later, once, because the second brother had to go out because of an affair, I was worried that it would not be safe for my mother to stay in her hometown alone, so I took the opportunity to take her into the city to live with me. But that day I was at work, and suddenly I received a call from the community neighborhood committee, saying that my mother was lost in the alley, fortunately, she brought a mobile phone, met a community cadre, and helped my mother contact me. In fact, in the days when my mother came, she didn't look confused. When I went to work, she would tell me to drive carefully when there were too many cars on the street. When she heard that I was going to drink out at night, she would tell me to drink less and drink less.

One night, A few friends and I were out having dinner, and when we went to checkout, we touched our pockets and found that there was 500 yuan in our pockets. I am very strange, usually I use my mobile phone to check out, rarely use cash, who quietly put money into my pocket? After asking around, no one knew, and if you wanted to come and go, it could only be the mother. When I got home, I was about to ask my mother when I heard her whisper to me, "Son, it's always good to go out and bring more money." These three hundred yuan, you gave me last time, just to return to you..." I suddenly remembered that when I went to school when I was a child, my mother always had the habit of stuffing money into my pocket. I also remembered that when my father was alive, because my father liked to smoke, I would often stuff money for my father behind my mother's back. But every time my mother would find out that in the end, my father's money was not hot, and my mother made an excuse and returned it to me.

At that moment, I had some tears in my eyes. My mother's memory is getting worse and worse, but her love for me is never confused. (Yangcheng Evening News, December 26, 2021 A07 edition Responsible Editor: Yi Zhina)

Source | Yangcheng Evening News

Edit | Wooden words

Proofreading | Zhou Yong

Audit | Shum Jay Chang

Issue | Sun Chaofang

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