Last night, seeing these pictures, my tears couldn't stop flowing. Little did I know that this was my grandmother's house.
When I was a few months old, because of poverty, my grandfather took his family to the Kanto, Jilin Jiutai. Listening to my mother, at that time, my grandmother's family ate all the chaff and didn't leave, just waiting to starve to death. Mom they are six sisters and two uncles. My mother was the eldest, and at that time, my mother, the second aunt, the third aunt, and the fourth aunt were all married. So my mother, my third aunt and fourth aunt all stayed in my hometown in Hebei. The second aunt was also poor, and they went to the northeast earlier than their grandfather.
Since Grandpa and them left, Mom hadn't been to Grandpa's house. We are also six sisters and an older brother. There are too many children, they can't get out of their bodies, and the transportation is not convenient. When I was nine years old, my grandfather died. My mother cried dead and came back to life, and that's when I knew. Grandma is not my mother's mother," she is my stepmother. Grandpa is gone, and the relationship is becoming more and more distant. It was my father who went to the northeast twice, and listened to my mother say that my father came back in the northeast and was seriously ill. Grandma's house is too difficult, and Dad is distressed and added to the fire. The rapid fire attack almost died.
Although my family is not rich, my father is always a wage earner. The perennial demolition of the east wall to the northwest can also be maintained. The third aunt and the fourth aunt still rely on my family for help. Tohoku's aunt and uncle only heard some information in the letters. Maybe it is all good news and not worry, so many years, I thought that my family had long been out of poverty.
Blood ties are really subtle. Yesterday, I flipped my hand and suddenly found that someone sent a photo of my mother and grandfather. That photo is still the only photo left by my grandfather who came to my house for treatment, and my mother knew that she had an incurable disease. I was surprised to see this picture. Who is the person who sent the photo? Add a friend to know. He is the younger brother of the uncle's family. My little brother is a year older than my son. I asked about my uncle and aunt. Only to learn that my uncle had been gone for more than a year. Seeing my uncle's life before he was born, I cried. The uncle in the impression was tall, a little silly, and had no feelings for him. I can't say how sad it is. Why am I still crying so sadly, crying grandpa, because I was poor and left home. The guest died in a foreign land, and my mother said that when grandpa left, he didn't even have a decent coffin. After all, there is no escape from poverty. Crying mother, a lifetime of suffering from missing, my mother was 80 years old, once dreamed of my grandfather, I must go to buy some paper, go to the intersection to burn, wow wow cry. Passers-by thought Grandpa had just left. What does my mother want her loved ones to think! She knew that her family was poor, but she couldn't imagine it being so desolate. Seeing the real situation of my grandmother's house that I thought about day and night, I had mixed feelings. I said to my little brother, you must be self-reliant. If I need my cousin's help, I am willing to do my best. Blood is thicker than water, and the separation is continuous.