My life is very simple, and outside of work, I like to watch movies or novels at home alone. Because I have lived in a foreign country for a long time and my family is in my hometown, I live very lonely in this city, and I take care of everything at home alone. One day, I received a package from my mother with only a pair of pants in it. I didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that maybe my mother had neglected to send the wrong thing. So I put the pants away and put them aside.
One day, two months later, I suddenly remembered those pants. So I found it, opened it, and was dumbfounded. There is a hole in the trousers, which is very finely sewn. I could tell that this was no ordinary repairing work, but someone who had done it with care and care. I called my mother, who told me it was my torn pants when I was a child. It turned out that these pants were my favorite pants when I was a kid and I wore them every day. Even though there was a big hole, I always refused to replace it. At that time, the conditions at home were not very good, and my parents always persuaded me to throw away a new one, but I was reluctant. I know that one day, my mother secretly took my torn pants, repaired them with great difficulty, and embroidered a small pattern for me. Thinking of this, my tears couldn't stop flowing. It turns out that for so many years, my mother has been silently guarding me, and she has never forgotten my every move when I was a child.
I was so moved by this incident that I realized my neglect and indifference to my mother. I felt that I had been too unfilial to my mother, too far away, so I went home to visit my mother, gave her a hug, and apologized to her. She also blamed me for not caring enough about her, hoping that I could spend more time with her in the future.
I silently made up my mind that I would spend more time with my mother in the future and thank her for everything she had done for me. My mother rarely complained, but I knew she always expected my attention. I hope that in the days to come, I will be able to repay my mother's nurturing kindness.
I returned to my hometown and spent every day with my mother. I help her with household chores, chat with her, and try to make up for the previous estrangement. The mother also seemed very happy, smiling every day, as if she had never had any grievances. Our relationship is slowly getting better, and I feel very relieved.
However, it didn't take long for another thing to happen that made me feel extremely guilty. One day, my mother suddenly fell ill, she was lying on the bed struggling in pain, her hand holding my hand tightly, her eyes full of reluctance and nostalgia for life. I immediately rushed her to the hospital, where the doctor diagnosed my mother with a terminal illness that required surgery.
I panicked and quickly contacted my family to come over. The operation went smoothly and the mother needed long-term care and care after the operation. I stayed with my mother almost every day, taking care of her daily life and food, talking to her with my heart, hoping to give her some strength and warmth from my company. These days, my mother seems to have changed as a different person, and has become very stubborn and sensitive. She often loses her temper for no apparent reason, sometimes cold, sometimes irritable. Sometimes, when I was trying my best to take care of her, she would accuse me of being ignorant and careless. It made me feel very tired and helpless.
During this period, I learned that my mother's illness was all due to the abandonment of her physical health, and that she had been neglecting her body for work and taking care of her family, so that the disease had not been treated in time. I was more worried about my mother than ever, I didn't want any more regrets, I didn't dare to lose my mother again.
However, every day I took care of her with my heart, but she seemed to be a different person, becoming persistent and sensitive. She was always finding fault with me and picking on me, and sometimes she would lose her temper for no reason when I was trying my best to take care of her, and sometimes she would even yell at me. This made me feel very tired, and I began to resist in my heart, and even had the urge to refute.
This tangled mood made me feel very sad, and I felt self-blame and grievance at the same time. I hope my mother can understand that I am also taking care of her, but I don't want her to worry. I was stuck in a quagmire of contradictions, and I was physically and mentally exhausted. This left me feeling very confused and anxious.
Next, I decided to go home often to visit my mother. Every weekend, I set aside time to catch the train back to my hometown to visit my mother. Every time we saw her, we told each other about each other's lives. My mother always asks me about my recent work and life, and I will talk about it in detail. The distance between us is slowly getting closer.
After a while, my mother's health became worse and worse, and I decided to accompany her to the hospital for a check-up. When the test results came out, I realized that my mother had been hiding from me and that she had a serious illness. After learning the news, I felt not only worried, but also guilty. I was too selfish and focused on my own life and neglected my mother's physical health. I grabbed my mother's hand and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I should be more with you and care about you." My mother patted my hand lightly, smiled and said, "Son, you are not to blame, I didn't take good care of myself." In the future, we will live well together and stop ignoring each other. ”
My mother's words made me feel even more guilty, and I vowed to take good care of her and spend every day with her. I took my mother to various hospitals and specialist clinics, and her condition gradually improved. We used to sit together in the yard in the sun, chatting and laughing. Those days, though still in a hurry, were the happiest times of my life.
But just when I thought the family relationship had eased, an unexpected event shattered the peace. One day, I stumbled upon a letter from my mother, in which she complained about my work and life, severely criticized my behavior, and even criticized me for not knowing filial piety. I almost trembled with anger when I read it, and I couldn't believe that my mother had such a grudge against me. In the letter, my mother said that she felt that my concern for her was only superficial, that I had never really cared for her in my heart, and that she felt how lonely she was.
I felt a pang of pain and remorse in my heart. I thought that my efforts had been noticed by my mother, that we had reconnected, and that I did not expect that there were so many complaints and grievances in my mother's heart. These words were like a sharp knife piercing into my heart. I don't know how to deal with this, is it because I don't understand or because of my mother's inner problem?
When I returned to my hometown, I saw that my mother was much older. She still gets up early every day to cook and clean, but I didn't realize how hard she was before. Although we reconciled, there was still a little less carefree feeling we had before. That inexplicable alienation and embarrassment seems to be gone forever. On this day, my mother sent me another package, and I hesitated for a long time to open it. It's filled with photos of us together in the past, from when I was a kid to when I grew up. Looking at these photos, I felt a wave of warmth and guilt. My mother was always watching over me, and I probably didn't understand her hard work.
This discovery, which was supposed to be a touching moment, was interrupted when I received a call from work. I hurried out to the office, but I didn't notice the disappointment in my mother's eyes. When I got home, my mother had been busy in the kitchen all night. I explained to her the reason for the work, but she just turned around silently and didn't say a word.
The next day, I wanted to apologize to my mother, but found out that she had run away from home. I hurriedly called her and offered to have a good talk with her, but she flatly refused my request. I realized that I was self-inflicted, and that I had not been able to properly care for and understand my mother. After a few days of hard communication, I learned that my mother just wanted me to spend more time with her, instead of neglecting her for the sake of work. I felt very guilty, and I was all self-inflicted. I decided to change completely, try to make up for my previous mistakes, and I wanted to be by my mother's side.
This time I went home to visit my mother, and she seemed a little unhappy. I tried to talk to her, but she always kept a straight face and didn't give me a good look at all. I was so confused that I didn't know what I was doing wrong. Later, I heard from a neighbor that my mother had been in poor health lately and was not in a good mood. I tried to find an opportunity to talk to her, but my mother always avoided my topic. I was going to cook a meal to treat her, but she not only didn't appreciate it, but accused me of not knowing how to respect her and always acting like a snob.
Not long after, my mother suddenly fell ill and was admitted to the hospital. I rushed to the hospital immediately, but she seemed to avoid my gaze. In the ward, I quietly stayed by my mother's side. She was seriously ill for a while, and I was very anxious and tried to calm my emotions. Gradually, my mother began to pour out her thoughts. It turned out that she had always had some unspeakable troubles in her heart, and she said that I didn't ask or care about my work and love in my hometown. She also mentioned that she blamed me on the phone that day, and she felt that family members should be honest with each other, and poor communication would cause more dissatisfaction and misunderstanding.
After listening to my mother's words, I understood that her grievances were not directed at me personally, but based on a series of communication and care deficiencies. I felt so guilty that I couldn't let my mother feel lonely and ununderstood anymore. I decided to change myself, spend more time with her, communicate with her more, and understand her living situation and mental troubles. I realized that we needed more understanding and run-in, and it was a family responsibility. As a mother, her selfless dedication to me deserves more care and care from me. I hope that my mother will recover soon and that we can live together more harmoniously and happily.