Today, the second sister's family came to our mother with his grandson and took a papaya, eight bananas, four oranges, and two dragon fruits. My mother was still happy, after all, two or three times a year, it was still good compared to the previous empty-handed.
I am a person with a more straightforward and grinning personality, not calculating or more understanding, and I am very enthusiastic about their arrival. The lively atmosphere also made the mother particularly happy.
Five-month-old baby two big eyes fluttering, really good-looking, from the heart is like the baby, chubby, white and pure, really want to melt my heart, turn around and quickly give a big bag.
When I looked up, I saw the white hair on the ears of the second sister, and I said in passing: Second sister, how do you have white hair? The second sister said: Since my father died, I have begun to have gray hair. I opened my mouth to think about it or didn't say anything, looking at her expression I knew she was serious, and the miss of my father was also true, I just couldn't understand that when my father was alive, our two families were only twenty minutes apart, why didn't you just come to see? Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, you come ten times or eight times, why do you have to come once in the New Year, once on your birthday, or do you just come and go, and the iron rooster comes and goes freely?! Just like she said in her heart! Why bother? Instead of doing it?! You are not far away from marriage, in that very distant place, are you really alive and filial piety, dead and screaming?! When my parents died, they said that they didn't want to see their two sons, didn't want to see each other, and were annoyed. And she cried louder than anyone else in the funeral home, and I took care of my father, who had a shrunken cerebellum, for more than seven years, and eating, drinking, and sleeping really made me give up my clothing store and concentrate on taking care of my old father and my mother who had just finished surgery at that time. Maybe I didn't feel that my father had died and really left me, so I knelt on the ground and quietly looked at my second sister...
Many people say that I was thin and vulnerable that day, and my heart hurt and made people shed tears.
It's been more than four years since my father died, and I still haven't come out, and whenever I mention my father, I will burst into tears, and I often cry secretly alone...
I knew my father was really heartbroken. Give them the most, but in return is complaining. Greed and selfishness blind these two mouths, and there is only profit in their eyes. I think they are angry with their parents, because they want to adopt their parents, and their parents did not choose them, but they had to live with me, which planted the seeds of resentment in their hearts. In fact, their parents are very loving of their flesh and bones, and they have given them two houses before this, and two sets have been given to them later. The human heart is not enough for the snake to swallow the elephant, and they want all the property of their parents but do not want to give it. If they come over often to see, who knows what will happen or what they think will happen?!
The father died, and the second sister did not take care of her for a day, nor did she come to see her father in the hospital bed. Because she is busy, business matters, and it is important to make money.
I have opinions and dissatisfaction with them. Trees want to be quiet and the wind is not stopping, children want to raise and not to be kissed, they are all college graduates, can they not understand this truth?!
They were gone, happy to go back to their homes.
The eldest sister, the third sister has not come over after a year, and they are still very good to their mother. Wait, all together to have a reunion dinner, hello he good mother!
