On ordinary days, I, Wang Xiaolin, live a quiet life as a housewife. The home located in the small town, although not prosperous, carries a lot of warmth. My son Xiao Ming, he is like a bright star, illuminating our family. However, the wheels of life roll forward, sometimes running over our peace.
That day, the smoke in the kitchen was broken by the sound of an argument coming from the living room. I let go of my busyness, and a hint of unease welled up in my heart. When I walked into the living room, I was shocked by the scene in front of me - Xiao Ming and his wife Xiao Yu, both of them were red-faced, as if the emotions that had been accumulated for a long time exploded at this moment.
I tried to ask them in a calm tone, but their eyes revealed deep exhaustion and helplessness. Xiao Ming whispered to me that they had decided to end the marriage. This sudden news, like a boulder crashing into my heart, made me unbelievable.
I tried to keep myself calm and tried to find a solution for them. But Xiaoyu's words made me realize that the problems between them could not be solved overnight. She told me that the relationship between them had vanished, and that only endless bickering and indifference remained.
I looked at them with distress and realized that as a mother, I couldn't make a choice for them. But I want them to understand that divorce is not the only way to solve the problem. I told them that marriage requires the joint efforts and dedication of both parties, and only by managing it with care can it be long-lasting and strong.
However, they seem to have been crushed by the cruelty of reality, and they can no longer regain their former enthusiasm and understanding. I sighed deeply, knowing I couldn't change their decision. But I still hope that they can face the future sensibly and find the best way out for themselves and their children.
Time passed like water, and the atmosphere at home became heavier and heavier. I often hear the quarrels between Xiao Ming and Xiao Yu, and their contradictions seem to be getting deeper and deeper. I feel sorry for them and worry about their future. But I know that everyone has their own path to follow, and I can only silently pray for them, hoping that they can find their own happiness.