It was a hot summer day and I embarked on a special family trip with my family. My father, who used to be a good business executive, suffered from hemiplegia in an accident and lost his ability to work, and the responsibility of the whole family fell on my shoulders. My mother is an ordinary housewife in her 40s, who has never found a job and takes care of my father wholeheartedly. And I, a female college student in college, because of family reasons, I will choose to come to the door every time I have a holiday to "serve", charging 500 to 800 yuan each time, just to treat my hemiplegic father.
This special trip was to take my father to see different landscapes and to ease the tension between my mother and me. The family happily arrived at the destination of the trip, and the smell of freshness filled the air, which made the father also relax a lot, and he smiled happily in his wheelchair. My mother took my hand and said, "Seeing your dad smiling, I think this trip is worth it." ”
In the process of playing, although my father was inconvenient, he was still very happy, and joked with us from time to time, which made our family feel a little warmth for a long time. It's been a long time since I've seen my father relax so much, which makes me feel an indescribable sense of guilt, and at the same time, it strengthens my determination to continue to work hard for my family.
Just as we were having a good time, we suddenly received a call from my mother. The mother's voice was a little anxious: "Your father said that his waist is uncomfortable, let's go to the hospital to have a look." I was shocked and rushed to the hospital with my mother. After the doctor's examination, he told us that my father had a problem with his waist and needed to be kept in the hospital for observation.
Seeing the painful expression on my father's face, I felt a pang of distress in my heart. My mother, too, seemed a little anxious, and while taking care of my father, she said to me, "This trip was meant to relax you, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen." "When I heard my mother's words, I didn't know what to do, I just felt more guilty.
His father was admitted to a single ward, and his mother was always by his side. I stayed up all night on a bench outside the hospital, worried and guilty about my family. Perhaps, I haven't done enough. The first rays of the morning sun shone on me, and I decided that, no matter what, I would do my best to make a good life for my family.
The next day, I spent the night tossing and turning on a bench outside the hospital, feeling a little tired but uneasy. I knew I had to come up with a better way to help my family through this as soon as possible.
So, I started asking around for information about the treatment and rehabilitation of hemiplegia, and I found the contact information of some specialists, hoping to ask them to diagnose my father. After some inquiry, I finally made an appointment with a rehabilitation specialist to develop a detailed rehabilitation plan for our family. This gave me a sense of relief and confidence.
However, when I returned to the hospital to tell my parents the good news, I heard an argument between them. Walking into my father's hospital room, I saw my mother scolding my father in a low voice: "Why can't you pay attention to it, you can't even notice the pain when you're old?!" My father also replied angrily: "It's not that I can't take care of myself, don't nag all the time!"
Watching the two of them arguing over these little things in the hospital room, I felt a pang of heartache and helplessness. I knew that my mother was so anxious out of concern, and that my father's temper was a reaction to his physical inconvenience. But I hope they don't quarrel with each other about these little things, the house is messy enough.
I walked up to them and whispered, "Mom and Dad, I have found a specialist and formulated a rehabilitation plan for Dad, and I believe that Dad's will get better in the future." A flash of relief flashed in my mother's eyes, and she grabbed my hand and nodded slightly, as if to tell me that she would forgive my father. My father also showed a hint of gratitude, and he patted me on the shoulder with a trembling hand: "Thank you, child. ”
In this moment, I felt the warmth and firmness between my family. I know that if you want to help your family out of the predicament, you not only need to rely on external forces, but more importantly, the harmony and understanding between family members. I swear deeply that I will do everything in my power to help my family regain happiness.
As time went on, my father's condition did not improve, and his pain made us all anxious. And my home "service" has also become a big burden for the family, and my mother no longer only supports me in everything I do. She said to me, "Son, it's really bad for you to do this, and you really shouldn't solve our life problems in this way." "My heart was filled with guilt and helplessness, because everything my mother said was true. I was conflicted about wanting to help my father, but I didn't know what to do.
Our family was exhausted and caught in a heavy conflict. I worked hard while finding better treatment options for my father, but I was exhausted by stress and guilt. Her mother has been working hard to take care of her father, but the contradictions in her heart are getting deeper and deeper. One night, in the hospital corridor, we finally broke out into an unpleasant argument.
My mother reproached me: "You always put money more than your family! Now even my father's illness is so serious, you are doing this! You must know that there is nothing that money cannot solve!" My heart was very painful, and I also understood my mother's anxiety and anger. But I still try to put myself in my father's shoes. "Don't you know that all this money is used to save my father, and if it weren't for the fact that I went to the door every time I went to the 'service', where would we get the money to pay for his treatment?" I replied indignantly.
In the midst of this heated argument, our voices echoed through the corridors of the hospital. The father and the resting patients cast curious and sympathetic glances. I realized that our quarrel not only didn't solve the problem, but hurt our feelings for each other even more. I sighed deeply and turned to leave the hospital.
I made up my mind to work harder to earn money. When I returned to school, I started looking for various part-time jobs, and instead of going home every winter and summer vacation, I chose to stay on campus and earn as much money as I could. Although university life is very hard, just thinking about my family makes me feel extremely distressed.
During this period, I found an online platform called "If My Family is in Trouble, I'll Help You", which has all kinds of help messages, and I thought that maybe I could solve some financial problems for my family in this way. So, I posted a message on the platform about my family's situation and how I worked hard to earn money to save my father. Unexpectedly, as soon as the information was released, it caused an uproar. Netizens have left messages of support and help, and some netizens even sent me private messages, expressing their willingness to help and asking for more information about my family's situation. As a result, I became an "Internet celebrity", and some netizens donated one after another, and I really felt the warmth of the world. The family's financial situation has been greatly relieved, and my father's rehabilitation has been guaranteed.
However, just when I thought everything was getting better, my mother sent a message: "How can you post our affairs online? Don't you think it's embarrassing?" My heart suddenly cooled, I thought she would support my efforts to earn money for my family, but I didn't expect her to be so disgusted. I sent a message back and said, "Mom, I just want to help my dad get better as soon as possible and relieve you of some of the burden." But my mother replied to me: "You don't understand, you can't publicize the ugliness of the family." ”
This feedback made me feel extremely confused and aggrieved. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I didn't expect my family to not fully understand me. On my father's way to recovery, I received help from the outside world, but when I returned home, I was misunderstood by my family. I became more and more confused, not knowing if I was right or wrong. Perhaps, on the way to help my family, I will encounter more and greater difficulties. Still, I won't give up no matter what. Because this is my responsibility and love for my family.
After a few days of rest, my father's back pain gradually improved, and he was finally able to be discharged from the hospital. When the whole family returned home, the originally peaceful life slowly returned to the past, and I went out every day to "serve", which brought some income to my father and family, and also improved my father's health to a certain extent, and my mother seemed to have no anxiety and sorrow before.
However, just when we thought everything was going to be okay, a court summons shattered the silence. It turned out that because of his father's previous work dispute, the company actually sued him, demanding to recover some economic losses. The father's former employer argued that he had signed a letter of undertaking promising that he would not delay his work for personal reasons, otherwise he would claim compensation for the company's losses. The mother looked at the court summons and said with a heavy heart, "What are we going to do? How can we compensate the company with this little savings?"
The sudden lawsuit sent the entire family into a panic and faced tremendous financial pressure. My father looked very depressed, he said: "When I used to work, I compromised for the sake of my family's life, but I didn't expect to end up like this now. When my mother heard this, she sighed, and she said, "I thought you had worked so hard all these years, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen, what should we do with our lives?"
As I listened to my parents' conversations, my heart was extremely heavy. The court's summons completely deprived the otherwise peaceful life of tranquility. What should we do? Every minute and every second of the family is like falling into an ice cave, suffocating. I know that there can be no more turmoil in this family no matter what.
Soon, we were back at home. My father survived his illness, but in the days that followed, the atmosphere in our house became a little different. My mother began to ask me to stop using the door-to-door "service" to help the family. She felt that this would have a bad impact on me, and persuaded me to focus on my studies so that I could find a good job in the future and make my family's life better. But I knew that the family needed more money to get better treatment for my father. I couldn't stand indifferent.
One time after dinner, my mother and I had a heated argument. She reproached me for not listening to advice and for insisting on doing things that made her very difficult. I think that everything I do is out of responsibility and love for my family. Our arguments became more and more intense, and eventually, I chose to run away from home and rent a small house on my own.
After leaving home, I continued my door-to-door "service" even more persistently, and each time the money I earned was sent home. I wanted to prove to my mother that what I was doing was not wrong. However, I also began to feel lonely and lost gradually. This dispute made me lose some confidence in my family, and it also made me even more confused, not knowing what to do.
This went on for a while, until one day, I received a strange phone call. I was taken aback by the voice on the other end of the phone, a customer I had come to "serve" in the past. "What's wrong with you? I haven't been able to find you. The other person's voice was full of worry. It turned out that I was alienated from many people who had given me support in the midst of family conflicts.