Essay: My memories of my mother

I was born in Xingtai, Hebei Province, is a relatively poor place, I have a sister when I was a child to beat and scold me, now I am really dear, my father is an old tradition, old thinking, old stubborn person, my mother I did not have too deep impression of her, because I died when I was seven or eight years old.

Please forgive me, I want to take my mother out alone to say, the impression is that she is a special province, a special person who can live a life, when she died of cancer, and then I grew up to see a news that said that that kind of cancer is a very painful cancer, when the onset of the disease is like using a knife to cut her flesh, she can rely on painkillers for a long time.

At first, it always hurt my stomach, my dad said to go and see it, and my mom said that it was useless to see the old problem, and then my dad recalled that maybe at that time she herself may have known that she had cancer, and we knew that he was sick or he fainted in pain, and sent to the hospital to know that it was late, so my dad closed the furniture factory he opened and took care of my mother in the hospital.

To be honest, my memory of being in the hospital is too vague, I was probably only about five years old at the time, so my mother shaved her hair and began to do chemotherapy, and the family also began to spend money little by little because of my mother's illness, in fact, my family was quite rich at that time, and I could build two floors by myself in 95.

My mother's condition should have persisted for more than two years, the family should also borrow all borrowed, at that time chemotherapy was very expensive, my sister told me that my mother told my dad at that time, don't waste money, my own illness is clear, my dad said why don't you say earlier, if you don't say it earlier, maybe it won't come to this step, my mom said that the doctor said that this disease can't be cured, at most it has been relying on chemotherapy to maintain life.

In the end, my mother died of a serious illness at the age of 45, a mother who would rather suffer by herself than be reluctant to let her children suffer, would rather endure pain than tell her family, I was only seven years old at the time, in fact, I did not understand things, just looking at my mother's body, I really did not know that this look was yin and yang.

Now I am 33 years old, two sons, although there is no money, if my mother is still alive, get on the car I bought, and hold his two eldest grandchildren, how happy it is, this thing is real in real life, but also I personally experienced.