One of the most common things Dad said to his mother was, "What should you do if I'm not there?" ”
Suddenly sick, almost sent mom away. After all the healing, his life was saved, but his mother's eyes were gone.
Speaking of this, the mother was always optimistic, and in a tone of young people who didn't care, said: "Cold mix! ”
Mom and Dad lived in the countryside. It was a four- or five-room bungalow surrounded by a small courtyard. After my mother became blind, she gradually adapted. When the mother is dressed, she can grope herself to get up, eat with chopsticks, or clean up by herself.
The only inconvenience may be going to the toilet. The bathroom in the country, unlike the city, is a house, but is built on the edge of the yard. Walk out of the house and go to the bathroom, you have to go through a 10-meter-long cement road.
Mom couldn't see, couldn't see the direction, came out of the room, and she didn't know where to go. It was possible to support the wall, but the wall was too dangerous, the room was sweltering, the window was often opened, and if the mother supported the wall, her head would hit. Also, half the distance is without a wall to support, and there is a vegetable patch. The dishes that Mom and Dad eat are basically from this vegetable patch. Once a mom served, now a dad.
So Mom was going to the bathroom. Just ask Dad to help. Each time Dad ran over as fast as he could, took Mom's hand, and carefully led her step by step to the bathroom.
When I got to the bathroom, my mother was helped back to the room by my father. Mom always jokingly said: "I have worked hard for you all my life, and I can always get your reward." Father smiled softly.
Every time I asked my dad to take me to the bathroom, it was always a little inconvenient. What if Dad just left? If not, I also thought about building a toilet in the house. Mom and Dad didn't think so, and said: "We rural people, we are not used to building toilets in the house, ah, that smell of baking, who can stand it?" I explained, "Actually, it's washed, it doesn't smell good." But they both had a determined expression, showing the failure of my persuasion.
Things can't be solved, mom goes to the toilet, or dad still wants to take it.
Dad kept talking endlessly, saying nothing, "What are you going to do if I'm gone?" "After talking too much, my mother got bored and stopped paying attention to him."
One day, when I returned to my hometown, I saw my father with his head bowed, holding a hammer in one hand and a hammer in the other, banging the cement floor of the doorway. I was surprised and asked my father, "What are you doing?" Dad looked up, saw that it was me, smiled, and said, "I see that there is a blind alley in the middle of those sidewalks in the town, and I want to get one for your mother as well." "I don't understand, is Dad trying to knock a blind alley on the cement floor?" It's a very technical job. Dad seemed to see my doubts and said, "It's okay, you see." ”
I don't know if there are some ominous words that are said too much, or whether they are predestined. One day, my brother, who lives in the country, called me and said angrily, "Brother, come back soon!" Dad's heart was buzzing, and he quickly put down the work at hand and rushed to his brother's so-called Central Hospital.
In the hospital, my father was already in a trance. He kept taking my brother and me by the hand and repeating the words, "Take care of your mother..."
After the death of my father, there is nothing more painful than my mother. Mom's spirit had been in a trance, forgetting about it for a while, forgetting it for a while, forgetting it for a while, and then talking about her father again, saying where he had gone and had not yet returned. Then her mom opened her mouth. What she had in mind was that her father had died.
After a while, the mother suddenly touched her body. "Mom, what happened to you?" Mom said, "I'll go to the bathroom." I said, "I'll help you." Mom shook her head and said, "No, no." ”
In my astonished gaze, my mother walked from the house to the outside of the house with the door frame and onto the concrete road leading to the toilet. I stumbled upon an inconspicuous bulge in the middle of this cement road that you wouldn't notice without looking closely. That should be the "blind alley" that Dad arranged for Mom. What was even more amazing was that the mother could actually follow the raised guide, step by step, very steadily to the toilet.
Can this little drum bag really play such a big role? No, no. These should be more of a kind of emotional guidance that fathers and mothers rely on each other for their lives.
That's when my eyes were moist.