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Green onion mom whispers homely】
Narrator: Mr. Wang
In this fast-paced era, my phone is often as silent as the night, and those missed calls and missed messages are like the occasional twinkling stars in the night sky, although inconspicuous, but always inadvertently touching the heartstrings. The slightness of the school leaders and the casual ridicule of colleagues seemed to have become a faint shadow in the background of my life. The root of all this is because of the inseparable blood and family - my mother, in her own way, she weaves an invisible web that I cannot escape or ignore.
As the eldest daughter in my family, I have carried a different weight on my shoulders than my younger brother since I was a child. I often wonder if my mother's life would have been less tiring and more leisurely if there had been no younger brother in this world, and perhaps she would have enjoyed family fun in our small family. But fate makes people, there is never an "if" in this world.
The love of my parents always seems to be inclined to the blue figure - my younger brother. And I, as the first child in the family, seemed to be the transition to realize their dream of having a second child. When I was five years old, my world quietly changed when my younger brother fell to the ground. At that time, I didn't know anything about the world, but I only remember that summer night, loneliness and fear followed me like a shadow, and it was the warmth of my neighbor's aunt that illuminated the first haze of my childhood.
Since then, there has been little sign of new clothes in my closet, and every piece of clothing carries the memories of my cousins. And the younger brother is the little sun in the family, and he can usher in his new clothes every year. My parents always used the excuse of "girl's family, it's okay to wear old" to gently brush away my longing. At that time, although I was unwilling, I gradually learned to be silent and accepting.
In the summer when I was 10 years old, a sudden outbreak of conjunctivitis made me have an indissoluble bond with the hospital. The ice cream in my brother's hand was like the most tempting ice crystal in summer, and I could only watch as my lips dried with longing. That slap not only hit me in the face, but also deeply imprinted on my heart. The skirt on the pedestrian street has become an eternal regret in my heart, and the toy airplane in my brother's hand has become the most dazzling existence in my childhood memory.
The early death of his father made the family even worse. My mother's first reaction was to ask me to give up my studies, step into society, and carry the burden of the family on my immature shoulders. At that moment, I seemed to see my own future, a bound and arranged path. Fortunately, I had mentors who lit my way forward like a beacon, and with their wisdom and love, I won the opportunity to continue learning. And my mother, after learning about the hope for the future, finally relented and allowed me to continue to chase my dreams.
The three years of high school were the most difficult and precious time of my life. The care and help of the teachers nourished my heart like spring rain and allowed me to thrive in the face of adversity. When I filled in the college entrance examination, I longed to travel far away and escape from the heavy mother's love, but my mother's persistence and the misunderstanding of the class teacher finally made me choose the road of normalcy. Although this path is not what I want, it has also allowed me to gain a stable job and endless gratitude.
After graduating from university, I became a teacher and returned to my alma mater, which gave me so many memories and sorrows. My mother still manages my salary in her own way, which is called "saving money". And I, after all the things I went through, finally learned to find a balance between love and responsibility. I know that my mother's love, though sometimes paranoid, is the only way for her to show her concern.
My brother's rebellion and my mother's doting are like another scenery in the family, which makes me both helpless and distressed. I tried to guide my younger brother in my own way, but I was often met with my mother's opposition and my brother's disdain. But I believe that time is the best teacher, it will teach each of us to grow and be responsible.
As for my daughter, she has become the new hope and sustenance in my life. Although my mother could not help me with the burden of parenting, I have learned to be strong and independent. In the dead of night, I always think of those old years, those stories about love, about growth, about choices. They are like the brightest stars in the night sky, guiding me in the direction of my progress and making me more determined and calm in the journey of life.