Dad is a very traditional person, very responsible for the family, he is the kind of person who looks serious on the outside, but is very gentle on the inside. I remember one time, when we were having dinner together as a family, my mother suddenly asked him if he had any regrets for our family. Dad was silent for a moment, and then said, "The only regret is that I can't let you live a better life." "When I heard this, I almost burst into tears.
Life is actually not easy, my mother is a cheerful person, and she takes care of everything in the house, but once, I overheard the sound of them arguing.
"You've always been like this, and you don't care about my feelings!" Mom said angrily.
Dad pressed his emotions and said, "You have to know how much I have paid for this family." ”
I couldn't help but be shocked that I had never been involved in family affairs, and I thought that my parents were very harmonious.
After that argument, I had a new perspective on everything in my home. I began to understand that parents also had their conflicts and unhappiness. Of course, they always protected me and didn't let me feel the contradictions between them, but there are some things that cannot be hidden.
The quarrel between my parents filled my heart with doubts and uneasiness. I'd like to find an opportunity to talk to them.
"Mom, Dad, I want to talk to you. I plucked up the courage to say.
"What's the matter, what's the matter?" asked Mom with concern.
"I hear you arguing, and I'm worried about you. I said sincerely.
My father paused, looked at me deeply, and said, "Son, conflicts in the family are inevitable, but this does not mean that we are unhappy. Every family will have some unpleasant moments, but that doesn't affect how much we love and care for each other. ”
"yes, kid, don't worry too much about us, we'll take care of it. Mom said with a smile.
Hearing their comfort, my heart gradually calmed down and I began to understand many things.
However, just when I thought that everything would slowly get better, a sudden accident shattered my expectations. I learned that my father was suffering from an incurable disease, and that he had begun to prepare without telling us all.
"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" the mother held her father's hand, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I don't think you should worry too much, I will do my best, as long as we are together, it is happiness. Father's voice trembled.
I watched my parents leaning on each other, and my heart was filled with great distress and sadness.
My father's body slowly became weak, but he always faced us with a smile and no complaints. Every night, we sat together, and my father would give us some encouragement and comfort, telling us to live well and not worry about him.
During this time, I saw a more delicate side of my father, and his love and care for us was beyond imagination. He tells us that love in the family is the most precious and the most genuine.
As my father's illness worsened, the atmosphere in our family became heavier. But in this sad moment, we know how to cherish each other more, and we also know more about the warmth and love in the family.
Father, I would like to be a sensible and filial daughter, so that everyone in the family can be happy.
Our family depended on each other for the last days of our father's life. After my father left, the house became unusually quiet. My mother became very silent, as if she had lost her soul, and she just did housework silently every day, rarely communicating with me.
I know that my mother is still apprehensive and has not fully accepted my father's departure. I tried to enlighten her, but she always looked like she didn't care, just smiled and shook her head.
The atmosphere in the house became heavy. One day, I suddenly discovered a big contradiction. That day, I saw my mom rummaging through a box under the bed. When I walked over to ask her, she suddenly closed the box and looked very unnatural.
"Mom, what are you looking for?" I asked, puzzled.
"Nothing, just looking for some old things. Mom avoided my gaze and said casually.
I couldn't help but wonder a little that this was the first time she had behaved like this. Was there something hidden? But I didn't dare to ask more, lest I upset her.
This mystery has been haunting me for a long time. I thought about opening the box to take a look, but I was afraid that it would hurt my mother's feelings. I was conflicted, full of struggles and anxieties.
This went on for a while, until one day, I saw my mom rummaging through the box again. I made up my mind, walked straight over, and opened the box.
The box was filled with some personal belongings left by his father, including his handkerchief, a ring, and some notes full of words. I was fascinated by these objects and couldn't help but be fascinated by them.
"What are you doing!" Mom suddenly cried out in horror.
I froze and turned my head to look at my mother, and just then, I saw what she was holding in her hand - an envelope with handwriting all over it.
"This is a letter that my dad left me. Mom whispered.
I closed the box, walked over, and took the envelope from my mother's hand. I knew that this letter must contain my father's last words.
"I couldn't bear to open it, and I was afraid of facing my father's final parting. Mom's tears welled up in her eyes.
At this time, my mother's fragile appearance made my heart twist, and I understood her feelings. I hugged my mom tightly and silently accompanied her.
Is that letter our future direction, or is it a bigger challenge?
Soon, my father left us. His loss has left us with untold sadness, but life has to go on. Time is slowly passing and we are gradually moving out of our sorrows, and we need to fill our homes with laughter again.
However, new problems have arisen. Family expenses are gradually increasing, my younger brother is going to university, and I want to go to graduate school. This has added a lot of financial pressure to the family.
Mom started to get upset, she wasn't as cheerful as she used to be. One day, when I heard her talk to her relatives about the financial pressure, my heart was cut like a knife. After her father left, all the responsibilities of the family were on her alone, which was too big for her.
"Mom, I'm going to get a job and share the family's expenses. I said.
"No, you still have to study, and there will be more in the future. "Mom flatly rejected my offer.
I know my mom doesn't want me to share this, but I don't want to be a burden on the family.
Once again, family conflicts have arisen. I started secretly looking for some part-time jobs in front of the school gate to earn some pocket money. But whenever I took it home, my mother always had a displeased look on her face. I understand her, but I don't want to be tied to it either.
And the younger brother can't fully support it because of the family's financial constraints. He often complained at home that his dreams of college life were not supported. After a big conflict, he simply decided to work on his own to earn tuition.
The atmosphere at home begins to become awkward and tense, and what was originally a happy family becomes a place of depression and contradictions.
I couldn't stand it anymore, but I didn't know how to fix it. These contradictions seem to have become a hurdle for our family to overcome. Hopefully something will change for us in the future.
Many years have passed, and our family has gradually come out of the pain caused by my father's death. However, new contradictions also arise.
My parents gave some of their last wishes, including my grandmother's inheritance to my mother. However, my grandmother's real estate deed did not have my mother's name on it, but my aunt's name. This left the whole family in awkwardness and unhappiness.
"This house originally belonged to my mother, why did it come to my aunt's name?" I asked calmly.
"This is the will left by my grandmother when she was tested before her death, and we can't help it. Auntie's tone was firm.
"But it's so unfair to our family. Mom couldn't help but complain.
For a time, there was an awkward and unpleasant atmosphere in the house, and everyone was immersed in this contradiction and could not extricate themselves.
Once, when I was at home with my mom, I asked this question again.
"Mom, we can't stop this matter forever. It's also too unfair to you. I persuaded.
Mom's eyes flashed with tears, and her voice was a little choked: "After all, it's my sister, and it's not her fault." ”
"But it's about family property and our future. "I'm a little helpless.
"Well, I'll discuss this matter with your uncle and see if there's a solution. Mom whispered.
My uncle eventually agreed to transfer part of the property to us, which eased the atmosphere in the house a lot. But the conflict has also brought harm to our family, and family relations have become delicate.
At this point, the conflict in our family has not been truly resolved, but has only been shelved for a while. I know that there must be a complete solution to conflicts, and I have become more and more aware that disputes in the family need not only to be understood and tolerated, but also to find a compromise and a solution. May our family be able to restore harmony as soon as possible and return to a warm family atmosphere.