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I'm Zhang Hua, an ordinary family living in a small town. My father, Zhang Jun, is a famous noodle cooker in this town, and my grandmother is an old man who likes to play mahjong. There are also my lovely sons Xiao Ming and Xiao Qiang at home. Our family is happy, although our life is not rich, but we are also warm and happy.
One day, it was getting late, and I had just sent off the last guest and was about to pack up and go home. Suddenly, the phone rang, interrupting my thoughts.
"Hey, who is it?" I answered, a little confused.
"It's me, your dad. My father's anxious voice came from the other end of the line.
"Dad, what's wrong?" I was a little worried.
"Come on, come on, something's wrong!" the father's voice was full of anxiety and nervousness.
I hurriedly hung up the phone, a sense of foreboding in my heart. I quickly picked up the keys and hurried home. On the way, I drove anxiously and anxiously wondered what was going on.
Finally, I arrived at the door, and a faint smell of burnt food came to my nose. My heart tightened, and I quickened my pace and walked into the house.
"Dad, what's going on?" I asked anxiously.
"Son, it's your grandmother, she's ......," the father said tremblingly, his eyes full of pain and remorse.
"What's wrong with Grandma?" I felt a strong sense of unease.
She ...... She accidentally ...... because she played mahjong accidentally kicked the socket down, causing Xiao Ming and Xiao Qiang to be electrocuted......" My father trembled and said these words that I couldn't believe.
It was as if I had been struck and I couldn't believe what was happening. I hurried to the children's rooms, only to see them lying quietly on their beds, their faces pale and lifeless.
"Xiao Ming, Xiao Qiang, what's wrong with you, don't leave me!" I broke down and fell to my knees, tears streaming silently.
His father also began to cry, pointing to the socket and the mahjong on the table with trembling points, unable to describe the pain and remorse in his heart.
I closed my eyes, filled with remorse and guilt. If I hadn't let the kids stay with grandma at that time, maybe they're still alive now. I feel sorry for my children, sorry for my wife, and even more sorry for my elderly parents.
All this is due to the negligence and rashness of the grandmother, who always likes to play mahjong and often ignores the safety of the home. Now, her indiscretion has not only taken away my son, but also caused irreparable damage to me and my parents.
My father and I faced each other in the children's room, tears streaming down our faces. There was an air of sadness and despair throughout the room. Suddenly, the father let out a sad sigh.
"Son, it's all my fault, it's my failure to take good care of the children that led to this tragedy. The father lowered his head, his voice full of remorse and self-reproach.
I looked up, my eyes filled with tears, but I didn't blame my father because I knew that he was also in great pain.
"Dad, it's not your fault, it's grandma's negligence and rashness that caused all this. What we need to do now is to take care of the children's aftermath and give them a safe home. "I try to keep myself calm because the most important thing now is to deal with what's in front of me.
The father nodded, his eyes still full of sadness and guilt. We silently tidy up the children and then carefully place them on the bed, covered with a white quilt.
"Son, we must bury them well and give them a safe home. The father patted the children on the head, and tears flowed down again.
I squeezed my father's hand and nodded vigorously, indicating that I would do my best to get it done. Then, together we walked out of the children's room, ready to go and arrange their funeral.
Back in the living room, Grandma was already sitting there, her head bowed with guilt on her face, tears streaming down her face. I looked at her with anger and sadness in my heart, but I knew that now was not the time to vent our emotions and that we needed to deal with what was in front of us calmly.
"Grandma, kids...... They ......, "I struggled to control my emotions, and my voice trembled a little.
Grandma looked up, tears blurring her eyes, but I could see the grief and self-reproach in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Grandma repeated the words, her voice filled with endless remorse.
I took a deep breath, tried to keep myself calm, and then said to my grandmother, "Now what we have to do is to take care of the children's aftermath and give them a safe home." "
Grandma nodded, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't speak. We sat together in the living room, discussing how to bury the children, and I tried to keep myself as calm as I needed to deal with everything in front of me.
I don't know how long it took, but we finally discussed everything and decided to take care of the children's funeral tomorrow morning. I glanced at my father and grandmother, filled with endless sadness and anger, but I knew that now was not the time to vent our emotions, and we needed to face what was in front of us calmly.
The next morning, our family had everything ready to deal with the children's funeral. My father drove the car, I sat in the passenger seat, and my grandmother sat in the back, staring out the window in silence. There was a heavy atmosphere throughout the car, as if it was overwhelming.
On the road, my father's hand in the car trembled a little, but he tried to control his emotions and not let himself collapse. I stared out the window silently, my heart filled with sadness and anger, and I couldn't imagine myself facing the last of my children.
Finally, we came to a place where the children were buried, the father pulled the car on the side of the road, and our family got out of the car and walked silently to the quiet cemetery.
The cemetery is filled with a faint fragrance, and the sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves on the ground, giving people a sense of tranquility and distantness. I followed my father and grandmother to the children's cemetery.
The cemetery is covered with white stone tablets with the names of the children and the dates of birth and death. I looked at those words, and a sour feeling welled up in my heart, and tears poured out involuntarily.
The father knelt on the ground and gently stroked the children's tombstones, tears streaming non-stop. Grandma also knelt on the ground, gently wiping the dust from the tombstone with trembling fingers, tears blurring her eyes.
I looked at my father and grandmother, my heart filled with endless sadness and anger, and I couldn't imagine that I was going to face the last of my children. I fell to my knees, tears streaming silently, and I couldn't put into words the pain and sadness in my heart.
We stood silently at the children's graves, letting the tears flow silently until the sun went down and the sky began to darken.
Eventually, we left the cemetery in disgrace, filled with endless sadness and anger, but we knew that the children had rested in peace, and all we had to do was to live well, pray for them, and not let them go in vain.
Back at home, the whole house was filled with the laughter of the children, but now it was strangely silent. My heart was filled with endless sadness and anger, and I could not let go of the loss of my children, let alone forgive my grandmother for the tragedy caused by her rashness.
Father and grandmother were also speechless, sitting in the living room, immersed in their grief. I knew that now was not the time to vent our emotions and that we needed to calmly face everything in front of us, so I decided to cook some noodles and make something for everyone to eat to ease my emotions right now.
I walked into the kitchen, opened the kettle, and prepared to cook the noodles. The aroma of noodles fills the entire kitchen, giving you a hint of warmth. I tried to keep my emotions in check and not let the tears come out again, because I knew that the most important thing now was to be strong and give my father and grandma some comfort.
Soon, a pot of steaming noodles was ready, and I served the noodles in a bowl and brought them to the living room. My father and grandmother saw me walking over with noodles and a look of gratitude flashed in their eyes.
"Kid, you're such a sensible child. My father picked up the bowl with trembling hands and looked at me gratefully.
"Thank you, kid. Grandma also whispered, her eyes full of gratitude and remorse.
I gently put down the bowl and sat beside them, silently accompanying them. We sat around the table as a family, eating steaming noodles, but there was still a heavy atmosphere in the room, as if it was overwhelming.
After eating the noodles, my father and grandmother were in a slightly better mood, but they still had heavy shadows on their faces. I know that the loss of my children is an incurable wound for them, but I will do my best to accompany them and make them feel the warmth and love of their families.
When night fell, I looked at the stars outside the window, and my heart was full of thoughts for my children and confusion about the future. I know the children have left us, but I will always cherish their memories and let them rest in peace.
I gently closed my eyes and prayed silently, hoping that the children would be happy in heaven and that they would not be harmed in any way. I know that although they have left us, their spirit will always be with us forever.
After a few days, the atmosphere in the family gradually improved, and my father and grandmother gradually came out of their grief. I know their hearts are still full of thoughts about their children, but at least now they are able to live their lives normally.
One weekend afternoon, my father and I sat in the living room drinking tea and talking about the future of the family.
"Dad, I want to hold a memorial ceremony for the children, so that our whole family can pay their respects together, how about it?" I came up with my own idea.
The father was silent for a moment, then nodded, a flash of gratitude and emotion in his eyes.
"Okay, kid, that's a great idea. We should give our children a proper goodbye and let them rest in peace in heaven. His father's voice trembled a little, but he struggled to control his emotions.
I felt a warm current in my heart, knowing that my father had accepted the departure of his children and was willing to join me in holding a solemn farewell ceremony for them.
So, we started to prepare for the children's memorial ceremony, and my father and I made a detailed plan and decided to hold it on the weekend in a month's time. We invited friends and family to join us, hoping to give the children a warm and solemn farewell.
During the preparation process, we often discussed with my grandmother and hoped that she would also be involved. Although she still feels guilty and remorseful, I believe that through such activities, she can also find some comfort and relief.
Gradually, the children's memorial ceremony approached, and the whole house was filled with a busy atmosphere. My dad and I were busy arranging all the details, and my grandma was getting involved, helping us prepare the food and set up the scene.
Finally, on a sunny weekend, the children's memorial ceremony took place as scheduled. Friends and relatives came to the scene, bringing flowers and blessings, sending their deepest condolences and blessings to the children.
During the ceremony, we put pictures of the children, lit incense sticks, and prayed silently for them. My father and I were talking about our memories and blessings for our children, and tears flowed non-stop, but we tried to stay strong.
Grandma stood aside, praying silently, tears blurring her eyes, but I believe that through such activities, she also found some comfort and relief.
After the ceremony, family and friends came forward to comfort us, hoping that we could be strong and brave to face the future life. Although we are still grieving, at least we are now able to accept the loss of our children and move on.
Back at home, I sat in the living room with my father and silently sipped tea. Although our hearts are still full of sadness and guilt, we know that our children have rested in heaven, and all we have to do is to live well, pray for them, and not let them go in vain.
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