When I was 23 years old, I married a man from a neighboring village, very handsome, especially I liked his neat row of white and fine teeth. Although the family is very poor, a tile room of more than 20 square meters is a new house. The newlyweds are also happy.
We have two children, parents also separate the hukou, we live alone, the burden of life falls on our shoulders, in the early stage of reform and opening up, money is really not easy to earn, I deeply appreciate the difficulty of parenthood, daughter six years old, son four years old, husband suddenly insane, a fire, the house burned most of the side I am still working outside, get the news I feel instantly cold, like a thunderbolt.
Hurried home, took my husband to the hospital, my in-laws and in-laws, strong support, gave me endless encouragement, made me feel a little at ease. Wondering if my husband's illness can get better? The child is still so young, the road ahead is vast, and he can't help but cry.
I grew up watching my in-laws and treating me like their daughters, and my father-in-law said to me, let's go out and work first, everything in the family has us. One child was brought to my mother's family, one child was left to my father-in-law, and my husband was taken care of by my in-laws in the hospital. When I left home for Guangdong, my father-in-law carried me my luggage and took me to town. My father-in-law's eyes were clearly shining with tears, I turned around, and I couldn't help but shed tears, and I got into the car and left fiercely, looking at the direction of the car that my father-in-law had been staring at, and my heart was at a loss. Looking out the window, tears flowed down again.
I worked as a general worker in the company, was ostracized, and saw the indifferent eyes of others. Others rest, I work overtime. Worried about these two children, worried about whether her husband's illness will be better? I really feel the powerlessness of life. My in-laws called me from time to time. Reporting peace, the sweet mother's voice of the son. It kept me going. Half a year later, my husband was discharged from the hospital. Every three days, you should take drugs to treat the nerves, other normal, do not be subject to major stimulation and various pressures in life. Otherwise, there is a risk of recurrence. Husband is well, I am very happy. I told my parents to let him recuperate at home. I called him to my side, found a simple job, the family is big and small trivial things are my worries, I told my husband, I will not give up on you, you can make some money now is already very good, other do not have to worry about you. We live slowly.
Now my daughter is married, the house has been bought, my husband is still taking medicine, my husband still doesn't care about anything, so my daughter gets married and buys a house, and I am worried about big and small things. Although I am very tired, I can feel full of happiness when Snuggling in my husband's arms.
