My sister and I were digging together on a barren hill in our hometown, and we were digging and kneading clay pots with green plants that we couldn't wait for spring.
"Hui'er, you see that this place is quite suitable, and I will be buried on this land in the future. My mother said to me with a calm face.
I was stunned, this was the first time my mother had talked to me about this topic, and my heart was full of doubts. Did my mother have a premonition of her death? I asked with some fear, "Mom, why did you say this all of a sudden?
"Hui'er, you listen to your mother, whether your mother is alive or dead in the future, you hope to sleep here. My mother looked at me earnestly, with an unmistakable hint of firmness in her expression.
I was silent, not knowing what to say to my mother. Just when I hesitated, my sister suddenly interjected: "Mom, you are messing around, how can there be so many places in my house, what you say is all nonsense."
The mother frowned and did not speak. I know that my mother is not actually messing around, she just wants to have a place to live while she is alive and when she is gone.
"I tried to convince my sister.
"What is serious or not, how can this kind of thing be agreed to casually. "My sister didn't listen to my advice and decided to oppose my mother's last wishes.
My mother watched us talk, suddenly expressed her unwellness, refused our persuasion, and went home to rest.
My mother had been working hard for us during her lifetime, but her only wish was strongly opposed by my sister, which made me feel troubled and helpless.
Some time passed, and my mother had not mentioned her last wish since that tantrum on the mountain.
I silently planned to make that wish come true for my mother even when she died.
Finally, on a sunny day after the rain, Mother left us. At the funeral, my conflict with my sister reached its peak.
This controversy almost deteriorated my relationship with my sister to the point of no return.
In the end, because of her resolute attitude and the support of the elders in the family, her sister prevailed, and her mother was buried on a barren mountain with no family around.
Since then, I have rarely visited my sister's house, and my sister no longer comes to me. Our estrangement also made family relations even more strained.
I can't let go, and I can't change what happened. The only thing you can do is to continue to live and continue to guard the lonely grave for your mother.
May her spirit in heaven find peace.
In the first year after my mother's death, the atmosphere in the house was always heavy. The estrangement between my sister and me became more apparent, and even my father began to resent my sister's indifference to my mother's last wishes.
One day, my father suddenly mentioned that he wanted to move his mother's grave to a cemetery near his home. He said that his mother's burial place was too estranged, and he was old, and he hoped that his mother would be able to rest in peace by his side.
This may be an opportunity to resolve the conflict, and perhaps this will bring us closer to each other.
However, when I made this suggestion to my sister, she was adamantly against it. She thought that since her mother was already resting there, she should not be disturbed.
In the following period, there were constant quarrels and conflicts in the family. My father was torn between me and my sister, and my mother's grave became the trigger for a constant dispute between us.
Our entanglements of interests and emotions become irreconcilable.
Still, I was reluctant to give up. With my father's support, I began to look for suitable land to relocate my mother's grave.
But when I think back to my mother's wishes and lonely grave, I feel like a knife in my heart, and I can't sit idly by.
The family's predicament made me see the complexity and helplessness of reality, and also made me more aware that the conflicts between families need to be resolved through compromise and understanding.
But I still believe that as long as we listen and tolerate each other, ultimate reconciliation and reunion may not be out of reach.
May the conflicts in our family be resolved as soon as possible, and may the mother's spirit in heaven be at peace.
A few months later, I still visit my mother's grave every week. However, I was shocked by an accidental discovery.
It's too obvious for me to see it as a natural phenomenon.
I made a mistake and my heart was turbulent. Could it be that someone has been to the grave? Who is it? I began to look around, worried that my mother's grave would be troubled.
It was a shock to me, I never thought my sister would do such a thing. The conflict between me and her seemed to have reached its extreme, and this move made our relationship even worse.
Unwilling to be let down, I decided to find my sister to theorize. I went to my sister's house to show my dissatisfaction and anger at her.
We had a heated argument at home, and the hurt between the words grew deeper.
This argument broke my heart very much. The loss of my mother was already painful for me, and I couldn't accept what my sister had done.
Today, although the traces in front of the grave have disappeared, the relationship between me and my sister is as difficult to heal as the traces that appeared in front of the grave.
There was a heavy gloom in my heart, and I didn't know what to do.
A long time ago, after my mother died, I still didn't get rid of the pain in my heart. Every time I pass by my mother's grave, the guilt in my heart makes me feel uncomfortable.
Until one day, I received a phone call from my father, who grew up in the countryside. Dad's voice was slightly hoarse, and he said that there was something wrong with his mother's grave.
I walked to my mother's grave and was shocked to find that the weeds had spread to the grave and the soil had sunk.
"Lao Liu, what's the matter? Didn't you maintain the tomb on time?" I asked anxiously.
Lao Liu looked at me with disdain: "Your grave is not well located, the soil here is not good, and no matter how much work we do, it is useless."
I was angry and wanted to refute, but I didn't know how to speak. After my mother left, the conflicts in the family became more and more obvious, and the relationship between my sister and I became out of control.
"Lao Liu, no matter what, this is my mother's last resting place, you have to find a solution immediately and repair my grave well.
Lao Liu frowned, said no more, and turned to leave. I know it's not necessarily a solution, but I've done what I can and will.
The dispute over the grave tuggs at the nerves of our family and exacerbates the conflict between family members. May everything have a happy ending.
With the guilt and longing for my mother, I often went to my mother's grave alone and gently cleaned up the fallen leaves.
On this day, I met my sister at the grave. "Hui'er, why are you here too?" my sister greeted me politely.
"Sister, I know you've been taking care of here, thank you. I thanked him.
My sister looked at me with tears in her eyes. "The loss of my mother has made me reflect a lot. I was too attached to my own thoughts, ignoring my mother's wishes, and hurting you.
I listened quietly and did not speak. In front of my mother's grave, the gap between us seemed to be bridged.
"I think we can take care of my mother's grave together, so that we can give her a fulfillment. My sister looked at me expectantly.
I smiled and nodded. "Okay, let's do it together. ”
In the days to come, we sisters will work together to protect our mother's grave on that barren mountain, and also reshape our relationship with each other.