Traces of Time
For as long as I can remember, my mother has been a strong and independent woman. She raised all four of us alone, and no matter how difficult life was, she never complained to us. Today, my mother is 80 years old, and she has begun to have various physical problems. As the eldest daughter in the family, I took on the responsibility of taking care of my mother without hesitation.
Every morning, I would come to my mother's room on time to comb her hair and arrange her clothes. My mother always smiled and said to me, "You are such a sweet daughter." I smiled and replied, "Mom, this is what I should do." "However, less than 10 minutes after I left my mother's room, my brother's phone called.
"Eldest sister, come back quickly, mom, she ......" On the other end of the phone, the younger brother's voice trembled.
My heart tightened, and I immediately rushed out of the house. When I arrived at my mother's room, I was struck by the sight of me. The mother was lying on the bed, pale and breathing weakly. I held her hand tightly, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? I just left for a while, why can't you? "I couldn't stop crying.
My mother opened her eyes slightly and looked at me, her lips moving, but she didn't make a sound. I hurriedly put my ear close to her lips and heard her say faintly, "I...... I'm fine, you don't have to worry. ”
I know that my mother was afraid that I would worry, so she deliberately said it so easily. I held back my tears, gently stroked her cheek, and said, "Mom, don't worry, I will always be by your side until you recover." ”
For the rest of the day, I stayed at my mother's bedside. My younger brother and sister also took leave to go home, and we took turns taking care of my mother together. In the dead of night, I would sit alone on my mother's bedside, looking at her serene face, filled with gratitude and guilt.
"Mom, you know what? When I was a child, I always felt that you were partial and better for your younger brother and sister. But now, I finally understand that you have always loved me so much and thought so much about me. I whispered.
My mother seemed to hear my words and moved her fingers slightly. I held her hand tightly, tears welling up in my eyes again.
"Mom, you know what? When I was a kid, my biggest fear was losing you. Every time I see you sick, I cry with fear. But now, I've grown up, and I'm no longer the timid little girl. I will be strong in everything and I will always be there for you until you recover. I said firmly.
My mother opened her eyes slightly and looked at me with tears in her eyes. She lifted her hand with difficulty and gently stroked my cheek, as if to tell me, "Son, you've really grown up." ”
Just then, my brother and sister also walked into the room. They looked at me with respect and gratitude in their eyes. I know that from now on, the four of us will be more united, take care of our mother together, and let her live a happy and peaceful old age.
The traces of time cannot erase our mother's love for us, nor can they change our love for our mother. Let's work together to repay our mother's love with love, so that her old age life is full of warmth and happiness.