A poignant story: I regret raising my son so well!
The father was sick, the son who was far away could not take leave, could not come back, let the old two go to Beijing for follow-up treatment, during the illness and hospitalization, the son came back for three days, and then hurriedly left, the father died, he came back alone, after the father's funeral, when inviting relatives and friends to dinner, two words fluttered lightly, and entrusted the problem of his mother's pension to others.
The aunt died, the son's family of three returned, and the mother asked him: Your father died of illness, your wife and children have not returned, your aunt has died, how come all three of you have returned? The son said slightly embarrassed: For so many years, aunt, they have been helping us take care of you, and we are grateful to her. After listening to it, my mother felt much more comfortable.
Two days later, the aunt heard that the village was demolished, and their family could get three houses, she happily ran to the village committee to inquire, the village chief was her son's high school classmate, the village chief told her that it was true, he had told her son a few months ago...
When the aunt listened, she instantly understood that it turned out that the son's family of three was running back with the demolition funds, and they were completely chilled...
Of the three suites allocated by the demolition, the aunt gave each of the two nephews a set, and the remaining set was donated...
As for the house, why doesn't the aunt leave it to her son, you can read the long text below.
If I had a son like that, I'd rather not have one.
