I've always wanted to write a few articles about my mom. Because I am afraid that after a long time, many memories will be forgotten. Mom is the person I love the most, and I want to record every bit of our lives.
Although Mom is gone, she will always live in our hearts.
Since I have a memory, my mother's health has always been bad. In childhood memories, the air at home often smells of Chinese medicine.
I heard that my mother was a round and healthy fat girl before marriage, and after marriage, her body was dragged down because she gave birth to our brother and sister. The nutrition that the mother needs to absorb before and after pregnancy cannot keep up, and the confinement stage cannot get a good rest.
Mom's marriage was not happy. Dad was a filial piety who worked outside the home for many years and was not at home. And the money he sent back to support his family was paid to his grandparents. It's hard for moms to spend money. In our memories, our brothers and sisters' childhoods were spent in the company of our mothers, and we saw the sufferings that our mothers suffered in order to raise us as adults.
Because my mother gave birth to 3 daughters, the patriarchal grandparents not only did not take care of us, but even joined hands with outsiders to bully us. They would take advantage of my mother's absence to move all the firewood, rice, oil and salt from my family, and my mother, forced to go outside and ask someone to borrow money to buy salt; when my mother was pregnant, they stole the firewood for cooking at home, causing my mother to go up the mountain to cut firewood and abort, leaving the root of the disease.
No matter how hard life is, mom tries to give us a good life. Our childhood can always feel full of maternal love, but fatherly love is missing. Dad was away all year round, and even when he came home, he rarely got close to us.
In the widowed marriage, in order to raise us, so that our 4 sisters and brothers can get a good education to get rid of poverty, every day at three or four o'clock in the morning to make breakfast to sell, and at eleven or twelve o'clock at night to sleep. Ten years is like a day, getting up early and greedy. In the end, my mother left us regretfully because of overwork.
Mom's whole life has been living for our four sisters and brothers, and she once fell to her knees, crying and praying to God to let her go and give her 20 years to raise us as adults.
After she was diagnosed with cancer, she stubbornly raced against death, helping her brother and his girlfriend who had been dragging for many years to get the wedding when she was still in good spirits. She always said that when she was still there, she helped us with everything she could do, so that our future life would be better.
Mom left us the day it was the day after her birthday. Originally, according to the doctor, my mother could not hold out for so long. But her mother said that she had not yet eaten a big birthday, and she did not want her to ask our four sisters and brothers to ask for someone to help her make up the birthday banquet after she left, and the process of local birthday banquet was very cumbersome and complicated. For us, my mother, with her tenacious will and faith, had to survive until her birthday.
Mom was the most important person in my life and the most loved person in my life. Her life was bumpy, but she had a tenacious willpower, was not afraid of suffering or tiredness, and was industrious and virtuous.
Faced with a destitute home, a husband with a weak sense of responsibility, and an aggressive in-law family, she gritted her teeth and relied on her own continuous struggle to provide us with college graduation and bought a house in the city. Her story touched many townspeople.
My mom radiated the radiance of maternal love. I hope to be able to write her story down through writing, through words. In memory of my dear mother.
That's what I got my pen on. I hope to be able to talk to my mother through words.