Missing my mother

It had been seventeen years since our mother had left us. Whenever I think of my mother, I always cry involuntarily.

The mother's life is a life of suffering, and the grandmother is the daughter of the landlord and likes to enjoy. When my father was twelve, he married an eighteen-year-old mother to raise her son and work.

The mother has a pair of small feet, but she bears the burden of a large family, and raises five children, and the father is spoiled and timid from an early age. Since the division of responsibility fields, the mother is extremely hard, the father opened a daily grocery store, in the past called the sales point, we all went to school, most of the farm work is based on the mother to soak in the field every day, the father also does some, but after returning home from the field, the father can lie down and rest, the mother has to cook, wash dishes, wash clothes, feed a lot of pigs, very tired and tired, always so busy. A pair of small feet really hurt so much that I had to walk on my knees to work. And a few of us were still reading. People often say: You see you are tired, and let your daughter read some books, sooner or later you have to get married, let her help you do some work! The mother said: As long as the child is willing to read, smash the pot and sell iron to let her read. Now bitter point, there is always a time to survive.

Fortunately, our brothers and sisters are fighting, in addition to the eldest brother, the younger sister dropped out of school, our family has two college students, a secondary school student, are the iron rice bowl of the eighties and nineties. In the whole village, our family is the most dazzling, and my parents are finally happy all day long. I thought that my life would be better in the future and enjoy a blessing. But my mother had a stroke, hemiplegia, it was hard to walk with a stick, but I broke my leg, crushed the fracture, alas, my father was depressed again, leaving my mother to leave this world on his own. That time was hard to say. I have to go to work, the child is less than a year old, the sister is a few years old, I have a small bun shop, very busy. The economy is not good, self-care, no money to ask for a nanny, the mother only lives in the rural hometown big brother there, the sister-in-law's person really does not dare to compliment, the mother is very guilty, although we send money to the sister-in-law, but not satisfactory, I bought a lot of clothes for my mother to send back, but the mother can not wear, see can not see, I go back to my hometown, the cover of the bunk is bought by myself, back to buy once, do not buy it no matter how you sleep at night, just ask for money. Thinking of my mother is even more sinful, every day, my heart is insufficient, I have no ability to support my mother, only sad and sad. The mother also wants to have her daughter to take care of, but a heaven south, a sea north, thousands of miles away, only about half a month a year to accompany the mother. There was a deep hole in the sacrum, and the fever continued, and after several months of hospitalization, it was not good.

The mother was gone, and she suffered and died. I'm in Shenzhen, and she wants to be by my side all the time, but I can't take care of it, the children are not taken with me, and I have to go to work. Now that my conditions are better, and the children are adults, I can hire a nanny, but there is no mother.

The old home is already overgrown with weeds, the walls have collapsed, and when I look at it, I think of the house where my mother lived, her appearance, there is no sound in her ears, she can't stay any longer, it is difficult to suppress, and the tears are long.

I miss my mother.