On the day of my father's death, I was three years old, and my mother and I and my three brothers depended on each other. Grandma came to our house because my second aunt was reluctant to support her. The reason is that Grandma believes in Buddhism and always takes the East

Days of interdependence

I was three years old when my father died, and I was dependent on my mother and three older brothers.

Grandma came to our house because my second aunt was reluctant to support her. The reason is that Grandma believes in Buddhism and always takes things to send to the church, and the second aunt says that this is theft. She was afraid that Grandma would carry her on her back to take the things in the house.

The second uncle worked as a custodian in the mine, and every year he carried back a lot of rice, beef, bird's nest, sesame oil, and canned food. The second aunt ran to her mother's house, the door was locked, and she walked for a day.

Of course, these family affairs are not allowed to be passed on.

Our family has a few older brothers, boys, still in school, and without a father, it is even worse. The second uncle always avoided us when we paid our tuition. Maybe he has something hard to hide. The mother cried and red-eyed and borrowed money everywhere.

We can always smell the aroma wafting from the window of my second uncle's house when we are about to go to sleep at night. My brother and I knew it, and we both got used to it.

Whenever I send something delicious to grandma, I always wrap it tightly, and finally I simply call grandma over to eat.

Grandma went there a few times and then didn't go.

When my father was alive, he was the accountant of the production team, and there was a place for recruiting workers in the mine. Delegated to the production team, in order to fight for this place for his uncle, his father let his mother bring the dumplings of the New Year's bun to the village cadres at night, and bought a lot of snacks.

That year, the second uncle was in trouble in the mine, his leg was broken, his father was sick, he did not listen to his mother's persuasion, and he was relieved that the second uncle had to go to the mine, and as a result, he fell in the station, met people from the same village, sent him to the hospital, and never returned.

The second daughter of the second uncle's family was a year older than me, her shoes were shiny and polished, and she walked up, clicking, and dangling in front of me in a spotless little flower shirt. My blouse reached my knees, and I avoided her. For some reason, the second uncle suddenly bought me a flower shirt like hers at the mine, and when she found out, she ran to my house and asked for the clothes back. He also shouted at my mother, "You shouldn't wear our clothes." ”

For all this, Grandma looked in her eyes and was silent.

In my memory, my mother and grandmother never had a red face, and every time my mother came back from the market, she always changed her tricks to buy some delicious food and cooked a meal for my grandmother first. During the festival, the white bread with cornmeal foreskin bun is also Grandma's. Later it became a habit. We would buy some delicious food for grandma in the market, and once in a while we forgot it, and my heart would be uncomfortable, and it would be uncomfortable for a while.

Grandma was most afraid of her mother's illness, and there was something missing. He was afraid to hear his mother's cries. Whenever this happened, she ran to the church over and over again, leading a group of people to pray to her mother. She sat next to her mother and looked at her mother.