This is a true story.
She was my neighbor and the worst woman I'd ever seen.
One summer when I was in elementary school, one evening, all the adults in the village were running to a big pond at the entrance of the village. I followed suit, and when I ran, I squeezed into the crowd and saw her holding her son in her arms and crying to death. That was the first time I understood what it meant to be a man and walked away.
Her only son drowned, and that night her home was lit up in flames and crying. I was so frightened that I couldn't close my eyes all night, I couldn't believe that the children who were still alive and messy during the day were gone. The boy was five or six years old when he left, only five or six years old.
When I met her again, people were always listless, haggard, and blind, and didn't even respond to her greetings. I don't remember how she got through it. It would have been a year or two before she heard her family crying again, and it was a year or two before she heard the adults say that she was pregnant again, had been past her due date of delivery for a month, gave birth to a stillborn child, and she had lost a son.
Later, I went to junior high school, and my studies began to get nervous. So much so that I didn't notice that she and her husband went out to work. I remember when I was in high school, I saw her once, with a child by my side, her son, a very shy little boy. I was very happy for her.
When I was in college, I once came home and saw her, thought her eyes were straight and hollow, her hair was messy, and I didn't respond to her when I greeted her. It turned out that her husband had died of stomach cancer, leaving them orphaned and widowed, and probably owed some money. She couldn't work outside and couldn't go on, so she came back to guard the old house with her children.
These successive blows had caused her great mental stimulation, perhaps depression. Fortunately, her sister enlightened her in time and took her to the doctor. After a period of treatment, a normal life was restored. Maybe it was maternal love that made her strong.
Everyone was very sorry for her and took good care of her. She can also feel the kindness of everyone.
Later, I heard that she had recruited a door-to-door husband and had a daughter, and her children were complete. When I saw her again, she looked very good, and the two children were playing around, and she watched, smiling. So far, I have heard the news that men are good to her, and life is getting better and better. She is strong, loves life and always receives gentle feedback.