I am an ordinary housewife with a son who has been married for many years and has a family of his own. After we got married, he lived with his wife and rarely came back to see me.
My son's home is far from ours and he comes back once or twice a year, but no matter what, I'm happy.
I thought of my son and cleaned up his room.
This time, he's coming back for a while, and I'm even more excited. In order to make him feel comfortable when he returned, I decided to give his bedroom a big cleaning.
I got my cleaning utensils ready and got to work. During the cleaning process, there has always been an abnormal excitement in my heart, as if there is endless energy surging in my body.
While I was cleaning, I suddenly heard the sound of my son and daughter-in-law talking. The daughter-in-law said: "Your father just likes to do things for people to see, and he worries a lot."
When I heard this, a nameless fire swelled up in my heart. I stopped at the door of my son's room and listened in silence to their conversation.
The son said calmly: "Don't say that, parents just like to take care of things at home, this is their duty."
The daughter-in-law seemed to be a little dissatisfied and replied: "I just can't get used to them worrying too much, I think our two families should be separated, and they should simply go back to their hometown to care for the elderly, how good."
When I heard this, the anger in my heart was like a raging flood, and I could no longer bear the accusations that my daughter-in-law had made against me.
I looked at everything in front of me, shocked and heartbroken. Tired, I walked out of the bedroom and silently left my son's house.
This medicine is no longer unfamiliar to me. For years, I have used it as a last door to escape from a lonely life.
I picked up the cup and swallowed it. Before I felt myself fall asleep, I silently prayed that my son would be happy and that he would be able to take good care of his daughter-in-law.
This is my last blessing to them.
The son dragged his tired body home. He opened the bedroom door, only to be surprised to find that a strong smell of medicine filled the air.
"Mom! Mother! The son cried out anxiously, his voice echoing through the empty room.
He rushed out of the bedroom and quickly walked to the living room, but saw nothing. His heart was pounding, and he didn't know what to do. Suddenly, he saw a note on the ground and hurriedly picked it up.
The paper reads: Son, I'm sorry, mom really can't stand it. The quarrel between you and your daughter-in-law made me feel very painful and helpless.
The son held the paper, tears blurring his vision. He thought regretfully that if he had come back earlier, if he had found out about his mother's plight earlier, maybe nothing would have happened now.
He dialed the emergency number, and doctors and police came. They searched the entire house, but found no trace of the mother.
A few hours later, police found the body of a woman by a nearby creek. The son's heart hurt so much that he couldn't breathe, and he recognized it as his mother.
Their hands clasped tightly together, feeling each other's warmth. They know that from now on, they will cherish their family affection more and manage each other's families with their hearts.
When my son learned that I had committed suicide, he was devastated. He asked his daughter-in-law why she said something like that, and why she didn't stop me in time.
My son accompanied his daughter-in-law to my house, and they sat facing each other, silent on each other. With tears in his eyes and a trembling voice, the son apologized.
Their conversation began to become calmer and began to understand each other's true thoughts and feelings. They all expressed their willingness to change from the bottom of their hearts and rebuild trust and affection for each other.
A few days after I passed away, my son and daughter-in-law sorted out my belongings together. They found a box full of letters.
Tears flowed down his eyes as his son read the letter. He realized that misunderstandings and conflicts between his daughter-in-law and me could be avoided as long as there was more communication and understanding between them.
The son and daughter-in-law let go of the baggage in their hearts and decided to face the future life together. They are planning to transfer their daughter-in-law's work back to their hometown so that we can live together more together.
I watched them in heaven and saw them come together again and embrace their loving family all over again. I am confident that they will get through this difficult time, cherish each other's existence even more, and run their families with sincerity and tolerance.
I closed my eyes and waited for the final disappearance. However, fate seems to have played a joke on me. When I woke up again, I found myself in a hospital bed.
My son sat anxiously on the edge of my bed, his eyes full of worry and remorse. I tried to speak, but my voice became weak.
I could only nod slightly, signaling for him to understand. My son sat on the edge of the bed, holding my hand, tears blurring his vision.
With my little strength, I squeezed out a smile and told him that I had forgiven him. This is what I have always hoped for, to be able to reconcile with my son and rebuild our bond.
The daughter-in-law stood silently, tears rolling in her eyes. She gently held my hand and said softly, "Mother-in-law, I'm sorry, I also know that I have something wrong, can you forgive me?" ”。
Although I was still a little dissatisfied in my heart, I understood that my daughter-in-law also had her own difficulties. I tried to squeeze out a smile to show that I had no resentment.
During my time in the hospital, my son and daughter-in-law took turns taking care of me. They told me that it was a miracle that the doctor said I woke up.
Gradually, our family regained its former harmony and warmth. My son often comes back to visit me, and my daughter-in-law smiles more.
Soon after, the son and daughter-in-law ushered in the birth of a small life. They named this lovely child Yang Chen, hoping that he would bring new hope and happiness.
I watched Yang Chen smiling in my son's arms, and endless love welled up in my heart. I wanted to tell him that his grandmother had gone through difficult times, but in the end, she chose to forgive and reconcile.
Now, I sit in my yard, feeling the warm sun and the company of my family. Although there were conflicts and pains, we were reunited by the bond of kinship.
After receiving the news of my departure, my son hurried back to his hometown. Seeing me lying quietly on the bed, he was overwhelmed with grief and kept asking his daughter-in-law what had happened.
My son silently held my hand, tears rolling in his eyes.
My son connived at his daughter-in-law's accusations and never explained a word to me. The glimmer of understanding and care I had hoped for on my deathbed was easily left behind by them.
My funeral was simple, only my son, daughter-in-law and some old neighbors came to see me off. The son wept silently and left gloomily in the company of his daughter-in-law.
A few days later, my son finally opened the will I had left for him and his daughter-in-law. They looked at the thick stack of papers, their hearts filled with doubts.
But in your hands, I only want to see an attitude of respect and guilt towards me.
The son's eyes became complicated, and the daughter-in-law asked with some uneasiness, "What does this mean?" Doesn't your mother believe us? ”
The son pondered for a moment, then remained silent. He sensed the deep disappointment and regret that I conveyed in my will.
A few days later, the son started a new life. He generously donated my savings to a charity, vowing to compensate for his indifference with action.
And my daughter-in-law, I don't seem to have much feeling about my death. She continued to live her own life, ignoring her son's thoughts and guilt about me.
The conflict between the son and the daughter-in-law deepened, and they began to quarrel frequently over trivial matters of life.
The entanglement of family affection has formed a deep chasm between them.