A sister at work had something to do at home, and we all followed suit, so she invited us to dinner today. The little girl has inherited the excellent genes of her parents and has a very slim appearance. In addition, she has two little chirps tied on her head, making her soft and

writes a sad story today.

A sister from my work unit had something to do at home, so we all followed suit, so she invited us to dinner today.

There were familiar colleagues at the dinner table, so everyone was chatting and laughing.

I noticed a strange thing.

Sister H and Sister Z are sitting next to each other. Today, Sister Z came with her three-year-old child.

The little girl has inherited the excellent genes of her parents and has a very slim appearance. In addition, she has two little tweets tied on her head. She is soft and soft and cute.

Everyone teased this little girl before eating.

After the meal was served, the attention of people nearby often focused on the little girl.

asks from time to time what he wants to eat.

H sister didn’t even look at the little girl.

Some people may think that Sister H and Sister Z have a bad relationship.

The truth is exactly the opposite. They have been together day and night since they first started working. They are really like sisters.

After the two-child policy was relaxed, the two gave birth to daughters around the same time.

The problem lies with the second daughter.

I am a middle-aged daughter. I am afraid it will melt if I hold it in my mouth. I am afraid it will fall if I hold it in my hand.

I often heard them discussing their daughter’s recent changes together.

But just a few days before the Chinese New Year last year, Sister H’s daughter left her forever.

My daughter, who was alive and kicking one second, was not breathing the next second.

H Sister’s soul really left with her daughter.

I used to see her looking full of energy, but now I see her looking lifeless.

and Sister Z are sitting together, and it can be clearly seen that their complexions are completely different.

The reason why sister H didn’t look at the little girl at the dinner table today was not because she didn’t like her, but because she couldn’t stand it just by looking at her. That look would bring back all her longing for her daughter, which would make it difficult for her. The emotions that were disguised in front of everyone broke out.

She didn’t want her daughter in heaven to worry about her, so she always told herself not to show her sadness in front of outsiders.

Because this child is almost as big as my own child, when I see her, I feel like I see my own daughter.

I think about my daughter day and night, how can she not be in emotional ups and downs.

You can still deceive yourself if you don’t read it.

then stared at others with strange looks. She didn't even look at the little girl during the entire dinner.

As a mother, I can feel the heart-breaking pain of Sister H.

If the child were still alive, she would call herself "Mom" sweetly like the little girl sitting next to her now. Tell mom what food you want to eat.

But she could no longer hear the little princess calling her.

I want to see Sister Z’s child today. She actually wants to go over and hug the child.

But she didn't dare. She was too scared and missed her child too much.

She was afraid that if she touched the child at all, her emotions would collapse to a point she could not imagine.

For a long time, Sister H often used her mobile phone in the office to look up the photos and videos of her daughter. She burst into tears every time she saw them. The scene was really heartbreaking.

At the dinner table, I saw Sister H taking out her phone and looking at it again, and my heart suddenly rose to my throat.

She stared at the screen of her phone, her expression stiffening little by little.

I was afraid she would start crying at the dinner table.

I found that I underestimated the self-control of adults. Sister H did not cry and put away her mobile phone for a while.

At this time, several people had finished their meal and said goodbye and left. Sister H also got up and left.

There is no mother who doesn’t love her children.

The pain of losing a child is the heaviest pain in the world.

I mentioned this to my mother today and she said something that impressed me deeply.

She said: She will never forget her children.

Yes, a mother will never forget her child. She will never cry easily again, not because time makes her forget, but because she has learned to keep her favorite child in her heart and no longer easily show her love. Helpless, she found another way to remember her baby.