My name is Lao Li and I am 75 years old this year. I am an ordinary old man in the countryside living in a small mountain village. I have a happy family, my wife has long since passed away, and I live alone.
In this mountain village, everyone knows that I am a lonely old man, but I have never felt lonely because I have a beautiful dream. That is, I hope to have a son, a son who can inherit my bloodline and take care of me in my old age.
Although I am over the age of six, I have never given up on this dream. I often sat alone in the courtyard at night, looking up at the stars, silently praying that Heaven would give me a son. I imagined what he would look like, and imagined that he would grow up to work as hard as I did and take care of me until I was old.
However, as the years passed, I was still alone. I don't have a son by my side, just a group of villagers who care about me. They were very nice to me and often came to visit me and brought me some food and daily necessities. I'm grateful, but I still feel like something important is missing.
Until one day, a young man came to the village. His name is Xiao Liu, and he is a volunteer from the city who is responsible for carrying out some public welfare activities in our village. Xiao Liu is a gentle and kind young man, he often comes to chat with me and help me do what he can.
I like Xiao Liu very much, he always brings me a lot of happiness. I often treated him like my own son, hoping that he would stay in the village and accompany me through my old age.
However, Xiao Liu's volunteer service period ended, and he had to return to the city to continue his studies. I felt so lost, as if I had lost another son. I don't know how much longer I can hold out, and I feel a deep sense of despair.
Just as I was about to give up, Xiao Liu suddenly returned to the village. He told me that he had decided to stay here and continue to help me and other villagers. I was moved to tears, as if all the loss had been healed at once.
Xiao Liu became my closest partner, and we farmed, drank tea, and chatted together. He brought me endless joy and warmth, and made me feel the happiness of being cared for. Although he is not my biological son, in my heart, he is more important than my biological son.
I learned that family is not necessarily built by blood relationship, the key is the affection and care for each other. Although I don't have a biological son, I have a real son, a son who makes me proud and happy.
Eventually, I learned one thing: happiness is not about having much wealth and status, but about having someone who truly cares and loves you. I am grateful to Xiao Liu for giving me this precious gift, which made me feel the warmth and happiness of my family in my old age.