I haven't been back to my hometown for a long time, and I finally made up my mind to put down all kinds of trivial things and set foot on the way home, and my sister picked me up after getting off the train to go back to see my mother.
When I got home, I shouted "Mom" together when I entered the door, and my mother was stunned when she heard the shout, and then responded happily, "Come home, I didn't call in advance."
"Isn't this coming back, a surprise for you."
Indispensable chatter, a few mothers chattering, happy, see that my mother is in good health, I am also very happy, my sister is close to me on weekdays, she always takes care of her mother, I am just a phone greeting, whether it is my mother or my sister, they all say that it is very good, I am relieved a lot.
Before going home this time, I decided to stay with my mommy for a few more days, and I often went home to see if I had nothing to do in the future, after all, my mother is getting older day by day, and I have time after retirement.
No, when I go home, I inevitably meet my neighbors, and everyone either meets them on the street, or when they meet in person, I hear them say, "It's okay, your mother is fine." ”
"Your mother is getting older, so it's okay to come back and see more. ”
Outside the words, it doesn't sound right, is this sick?
In the end, through the neighbor's narration and the inquiry of my mother, I learned that my mother was sick some time ago and was in the hospital for half a month.
It was only at this time that I realized that my mother was indeed entering old age, and I always seemed to ignore this, always thinking that my mother would be forever young, and the greetings on the phone were "fooled" by my mother and sister who "reported good news but not bad news".
They always think I'm busy, and they're always afraid that I'm worried, so they always say that everything is fine.
After understanding what happened, all of a sudden I once again understood what a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor, what is family affection, my mother is sick, she can hide it, lest I worry when I am outside, because of her distraction; neighbors are either helping or visiting, and as a daughter, I don't know at all, let alone visiting and accompanying.
I know that no words can describe the guilt in my heart, I can't express the kind of debt I owe to my family, I can't fully express the love and warmth that my family brings me, and I can't express the help of my neighbors with a simple word "thanks".
However, my heart warms, and I think about how many wanderers are concerned and cared for by white lies......