My mom and I left me and me suddenly, and it was the most painful moment of my life. Neither my dad nor I thought that she didn't leave a word before leaving.
But she didn't bring any medicine that my mother might need, and she didn't tell me. I've been angry and sad that this home has become so strange.
My relationship with my dad also became more and more strained. I knew he was busy at work, but he didn't realize that I needed someone to take care of me.
I couldn't stand this life anymore and decided to leave this place and go for a new beginning for me.
In my new city, I got a job as a teacher. Although the work was hard, I became more independent and stronger.
Comments on the network have criticized the formalism and utilitarianism of the education system, and everyone is talking about the results of this "volume".
And I also began to think that I should cherish my life more and not give up my happiness for those things that cannot be changed.
Since then, I have started to work harder and cherish my relationship with my dad even more. Over the years, I have gradually become stronger.
It happened on an ordinary weekend, and my dad and I had planned to go for a walk in the nearby mountains to relax.
He rejected my offer with the excuse that "I'm too busy to go out for a walk with you". I was a little disappointed because I wished I could have spent more time with my dad, but it seemed that he was really busy.
When I got home, I found my dad rummaging through the letters and things my mom had left behind when she left. Over the years, he kept the letters, which he would turn over every once in a while.
"Dad, are you still reading her letters?" I couldn't help but ask.
Dad was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "Yes, I always felt that there was something in the letter she left that we didn't find.
I always felt like she must have something important to tell us.
I understand my father's feelings, but I think he's become sick by doing this. He paid attention to some traces of his mother's "departure" all day long, as if hoping to find some clues from these traces.
"Dad, Mom has been gone for so many years. Maybe we should let it go. She may have been there for all sorts of reasons, but now that she's not here anymore, we should live our lives well.
"You don't understand, why did she leave us, I think there must be something hidden in it. Dad's tone was a little excited.
I felt like I couldn't talk to him anymore, so I chose to leave the room. During this time, I really wanted to get along with my dad, but we always seemed to get into trouble because of my mother's affairs.
I work hard every day, for the sake of my students and for my own future. However, not long after, I received a phone call from my dad's colleague.
I panicked and tried to contact my mom for help, but my phone never answered.
I immediately quit my job and returned to my hometown. Seeing my dad lying on the hospital bed, my heart was like a knife. I tried my best to take care of him, but I couldn't let go of my mother's departure.
Soon after, I received a call from my mom, who told me that she had gone to a distant city and started a new life.
Our conflict escalated again, and I felt like the whole family was falling apart.
Faced with my father's illness and my mother's departure, I was very conflicted. I hope that the family can be reunited, but the reality is full of irresolvable conflicts and pain.
I worked hard and tried to take care of my father, but I never let go of the pain in my heart. I didn't know how to deal with it, it was as if I was in the dark, and I couldn't find a ray of light.
The moment I walked into the house, a familiar aroma rushed into my nostrils, it was the soup cooked by my mother, and whenever I was sick, she would always walk into my room with a bowl of fragrant soup.
When she saw me, my mother had a relieved smile on her face, and she held my hand tightly, her eyes full of reluctance.
And my father was also on the side, he looked much older, with more gray hair and sunken eyes. He told me that he regretted it, and regretted that he should have cherished our relationship more than let the family have such a rift.
Standing in front of the window, I watched the slowly rising night outside the window, but there was still a lot of hesitation and anxiety in my heart.