Last night I had a strange dream in which I had a dinner party with a few classmates. Everyone chatted happily, drank and ate, and it was not lively.
Halfway through our meal and ready to leave, the owner of the restaurant came up to me with a smile and said, "Please buy your order."
I was taken aback, and secretly said that it was not good, and it must be the reason why my classmates brought me to this restaurant.
"Hey, what a dream!" I shook my head, laughing and walking out of the restaurant with everyone.
I quickly explained: "It's really that I had no other choice at that time, they didn't remind me, and I had no choice."
I sighed helplessly, regretting why I didn't say it at the time. My mother looked at me and softened her tone: "No matter what happens in the future, you have to talk to your family, and you can't make assertions."
I nodded and said yes to my mother. Looking at her back as she walked away, I secretly swore that I would be more cautious in the future.
The next day, I went to work as usual, but I couldn't calm down. Mother's reproach last night kept echoing in my mind.
I sighed, but I found an opportunity to sit down with my mother and talk.
"Mom, I know you're angry about yesterday's incident, but I also paid for it because of the feelings of my classmates.
"Son, why don't you understand? This is not about the face of your classmates, but about letting you know how to deal with interpersonal relationships and money problems.
I fell silent, knowing that my mother was doing it for my good. But I felt conflicted. I sometimes feel that there is a big difference of opinion between me and my mother.
"I see, Mom. I'll take notice. I nodded reluctantly.
Back in my room, I sat on the bed and remembered what my mother had taught me over the years. Every time I made a mistake, my mother would always criticize me harshly and give me some advice.
I think maybe this is the so-called family conflict.
The next day, I suddenly received a phone call, and my mother's anxious voice came from the phone: "Child, my grandmother is sick and is in urgent need of money in the hospital."
My heart tightened, and I hurried to the hospital, where my grandmother was lying on the bed, her face pale. The mother walked anxiously around, holding medical records and medical bills in her hands.
"Mom, don't worry, I'll go through the formalities. "I hugged my mother and comforted me.
"You... What should I do if I am still a child, how can I have so much money?" the mother's tone revealed helplessness and anxiety.
"Mom, don't worry about grandma's illness, I'll find a way. "I did everything I could to comfort my mother.
Standing at the entrance of the hospital, my heart was heavy. I feel guilty when I think that my grandmother has always cared for me growing up, but now because of the problem of money.
I tried to borrow money from a friend, but I was surprised to find that no one wanted to lend me money.
"Grandma, you must hold on, I will find a way. I prayed gloomily.
When I got home, my mother was still depressed when she saw me.
"Mom, I really don't know what to do. "I'm downcast.
"Child, don't be too anxious...", my mother seemed to comfort me, but she couldn't hide the anxiety in her heart.
At this time, I suddenly realized that maybe I had always had a problem with my attitude towards others. Patronizing avoidance and complaining, but not really learning to take responsibility.
My grandmother's serious illness made me realize my inner weakness and also made me realize the responsibilities of my family. And all of this may be a sign that I have grown up.
Just as I was confessing my carelessness, the phone rang. As soon as it was connected, there was a worried voice from the other end of the earpiece: "What's the matter? Mom said you paid for your classmates in the cafeteria? How can you do this?".
My father's anger made my heart tighten. "Dad, it was really a mistake of judgment on my part at the time," I tried to explain.
"Misjudgment, it's not a misjudgment, you can't do this to your friends, you can't be so dissatisfied!" the father's voice suddenly raised.
I couldn't stand his accusations. "Dad, how can you say that, I didn't expect such a thing to happen.
"I'm starting to get a little angry, too.
"You can't just say that your classmates didn't say anything, it's a matter of principle! You can't make your friends pay!" the father was visibly angry.
The father sighed heavily, "Alas, child, why are you like this..."
This dinner party and the dream of paying the bill by accident gave me a lot of reflection. I've learned that even with good intentions, you can't ignore the feelings of others and the care of your family.
This lesson is painful, but I hope that through this experience, I can avoid greater regrets in the future.
The incident of this class reunion seems to have caused quite a stir at home. My mother's disgruntled attitude towards me lasted for several days, and I felt guilty and upset every time I saw her.
After a dinner, I tried to talk to my mother.
"Mom, I know you were by the last dinner. But I really couldn't help it, and my classmates didn't remind me, and I felt very embarrassed at the time.
My mother looked at me with a hint of displeasure in her eyes: "Why don't you dare to say no?
I felt a little aggrieved: "I didn't mean to, I was just a little panicked." ”
"You have to understand that no matter what happens, you can find the right solution. Whether outside or at home.
I looked at my mother's serious appearance, and my heart slowly swelled with understanding. Maybe I really have to learn to be more mature and responsible.
However, this didn't last long. One day, my father suddenly received a personal phone call and asked me to go to the hospital with him.
I suddenly felt like a knife in my heart, and the emotions of guilt and guilt welled up in my heart.
In the hospital, the mother looked indifferent and seemed unwilling to talk more about the fall. But I could clearly see that her hands were clenched.
Time passed slowly, and my mother's mood gradually improved. However, I found that my mother was no longer determined to make food for me, and would sit at the table every day at the request of my father and me.
At the same time, the father's attitude changed. Instead of being as obedient as he used to, he began to listen more to his mother's ideas and encourage her to express her opinions.
At this time, the atmosphere at home became a little complicated, and the relationship between me and my parents also changed subtly.
I was at a loss and didn't know what to do.
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