Three Women's Days (1)

At noon on October 24, my son left home to work in other places, leaving me and my daughter-in-law and little granddaughter to live together.

After lunch that day, my daughter-in-law asked me to take my 7-year-old granddaughter home first, and she and her friends drove their son to the airport. This is the first time my son has left home to work so far away, and I am sad, very unwilling, very guilty, and very helpless. This pandemic has left our happy and warm little home crumbling.

Although my son is more than 30 years old, he has never left me, and looking at my son's distant back, I can't help but cry like rain. Afraid that my little granddaughter would see it, I quietly hid aside and shed tears.

Son, I'm sorry, my mother gave birth to you and raised you, but she couldn't give you the best life and let you leave your hometown to work and earn money. Child, you must pay attention to safety outside, take care of yourself, eat on time, and do not drink. Remember to wear a second-layer mask when you go out, wash your hands frequently, and don't go to crowded places. Remember, your mom, your lover, your daughter is at home waiting for you to come back.