Light, lead people forward, illuminate the road. "Party Mother" is like a tall and bright beacon, guarding the growth path of every child on the motherland. Orphans, children in difficult circumstances and other special children are important members of the big family of the motherland, and under the meticulous nurturing of the "party mother", they are self-reliant and self-reliant, have a strong will, ignite the hope of life, sail away from their dreams, and write one touching and profound story after another.
Recently, the Ministry of Civil Affairs group compiled a series of stories entitled "I Compare the Party to the Mother", which includes the true stories and touching deeds of 3 special children growing up in our province, and is now being published.
Grow up in the warmest embrace
I used to fight with my classmates just because they said I didn't have a dad or a mom. Today, I no longer feel inferior and lonely because I am an orphan abandoned by my parents, and I will proudly tell everyone: "I have the best father and mother in the world, and I am a child who grew up in the warmest arms!" ”
My name is Xiaofei and I am an orphan. I am unfortunate, but fortunate, because although I have lost my small family, I live in a big family full of love and warmth, the Ningbo Municipal Social Welfare Institute in Zhejiang Province. Here, I bathed in the sunshine of the party, the rain and dew of love, and grew up healthy and happy under the careful care of my parents.
Listening to the mothers in the welfare home, when I was a child, I suffered from congenital heart disease, my growth and development were much slower than other children, plus I also suffered from other congenital underlying diseases, I was weak and sick from an early age, and I lived in the ward of the welfare home a lot of time. I can't remember many things when I was a child, but I will never forget those warm embraces.
I remember that every time I got sick and needed an infusion, the nurse's mother was worried that I would cry because of the pain, and always held me in her arms in pain. Because the infusion speed of heart disease patients is strictly required in medicine, it must not be fast. So in order to make me feel more comfortable, the nurse moms hugged each time for a few hours. Often after a bottle of liquid is infused, their arms are already numb and sore. But they didn't care, and they hugged me like a mother looking after her own child every time.
The one I remembered the most was in a cold winter, the sky was drifting with snowflakes, the cold was shivering, I had acute pneumonia, the high fever did not go away, and in the middle of the night, the symptoms gradually worsened, and the body temperature reached 40 ° C. I kept coughing and coughing up phlegm, my little face was swollen red, and there were even signs of purple, and my breathing became urgent. At that time, the medical conditions in the welfare home were limited, and the resident doctor decided to send me to the hospital in the city immediately when he saw that something was wrong. The resident doctor contacted the mother on duty that night, and after the mother on duty learned of the situation, she wrapped me in a small quilt without saying a word, and carried me out.
However, the welfare home is far away in the remote suburb of Anshan Village, and how to get me to the hospital as soon as possible has become a big problem. Because in those days, no taxi would pass by here at night, and it was impossible to ride through the Internet like today, and it was too late to call an ambulance... A family member of a staff member in the hospital heard about my situation, immediately got up from the warm bed, rode the only "means of transportation" in the family, a small three-wheeled motorcycle, pulled me and my mother and rushed to the hospital. The wind whistled past my ears, and my mother's hands were freezing red, but I didn't feel a chill. Because along the way, I was held tightly in my mother's arms, and all I could feel was warmth and solidity.
After a bumpy ride, we finally reached the city hospital. Registration, diagnosis, infusion... I was always held tightly in the arms of the dean's mother. On that cold snowy night, on the hospital corridor, my mother held me, held my little hand and talked to me a lot. At that time, I was high fever and confused, and many words could not be remembered, but the sentence "Flying, there I am, don't be afraid..." always clearly lingered in my ears. The hospital at night was cold, the promenade was quiet, and at that moment, my heart was full of warmth and tranquility; at that moment, I felt that I was like other children, someone cared, someone cared for, someone loved, and I was also a child with a mother! So I took my mother's hand tightly and kept muttering, "Mom, Mom..."
Although I was an orphan, in my childhood memories, everything was happy, thanks to the parents in the welfare home, who supported the warm memories of my entire childhood, they always knew what we lacked and needed.
In front of our hospital bed, there is never a lack of careful care; in our birthday cake, there is no shortage of strong blessings; every year at the Chinese New Year's Eve meal, full of warm and beautiful memories of our childhood; at the school parent-teacher meeting, we never feel lost; and the parent-child trip on the holiday, we enjoy the scenery, but also the family affection...
Thanks to the parents of the welfare home, they selflessly dedicate themselves in the field of child welfare, always adhere to the concept of "although they are not flesh and blood, they are still parents' hearts", and soothe my young and lonely heart with the simplest and purest love, so that I can grow up happily with love and sunshine like other children. They are like beacons in the night, accompanying me when I am helpless, silently illuminating my way forward with the brilliance of love, they are the dearest, most respectful, and most loved people in my heart.
With the increase of age and knowledge, I gradually understood a truth: I am the child of my parents, but also the child of the party, and the child who grew up under the care and nurturing of the party. Today, I am a preschool student. The reason why I chose this major is because I am determined to use my life's research to serve the motherland and the party. I want to tell my story to my younger siblings in the hospital, to my students, to teach them to love the party and the motherland from an early age, and to strive to shine more in ordinary posts with a grateful heart and give others light and warmth.
"Sing a mountain song to the party, I bring the party to the mother. My mother gave birth only to me, and the glory of the party shone on my heart..." Whenever this song rings in my ears, it can touch the string in my heart - I am a child who grew up in the warmest arms, and I will also open my arms to embrace and warm every child who needs love!
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