My father is getting thinner and thinner, and his whole spirit has collapsed.
sits on the bamboo chair all day long, reading books and eating melon seeds. Except for going to the toilet, he rarely leaves the bamboo chair.
He didn't have much chance to go out, even if it was only more than ten minutes away due to his lack of physical strength. It's still a long way away for him now.
My mother's attitude makes me feel uncomfortable.
I have no right to interfere with the way they get along as a couple, but I have seen the sadness of a marriage that is not based on emotion.
When her mother married her father, she moved from a small mountain village to the Pingba area. Her father could make money, but he was nine years older than her mother.
Mother's arrogance and unreasonableness have always been her specialty, and arrogance and extravagance are her true temperament. I don't want to say anything wrong with her. In my memory, I only have her constant demands to buy and buy, and the quarrel with my father after excessive spending. He hanged himself in a river and took poison. He used all kinds of poisons.
She was so greedy that words cannot describe her. She was so greedy that she would go to relatives' houses to look through other people's cupboards to eat food. No matter when it was her relatives, their children hated her very much and later broke off the relationship.
At a time when most people were running out of rice, my family not only had enough white rice and dry rice, but also had enough meat to feed the dogs. We also hired servants for many years.
While enjoying the generous life brought by his father, the desires of the human heart cannot be satisfied.
Throughout my childhood, my father was on the road to catching an adulterer. It was not only a shame for my father, but also a shame for our children. We were laughed at at school and couldn't hold our heads up.
Some people say that as time goes by, love will develop. If you think too much, a selfish person will never have anyone else but himself. Her efforts are precious and she deserves the reward. At least she always thinks so. As long as she exists, her family should treat her as such. She puts everything first, enjoys the efforts and kindness of others, and constantly escalates her demands. It seemed like she had two mouths up and down, and she was never satisfied.
After my father was diagnosed, he could not see much warmth. Everything he did was filled with disgust and impatience. Under my attention, he restrained himself.
We sisters have always used her as a negative example to encourage and spur ourselves, to check and reflect on our own behavior and virtues, so as not to discredit our husbands or bring shame to our children. Be a diligent, concise and self-contained person.
My mother reduced contact with my father for various reasons. Except for necessary greetings during meals, I could not hear her soft words.
My father's time seems to be coming to an end. His body had not been corroded to the last moment and he could only endure the torture.
My mother also shed crocodile tears. The sadness at that moment may have been real, but it was just that moment. A few months had already consumed all the good things she thought.
I don’t know how my father’s body developed in the later years. What situation will I face. When my father passes away, my family will also undergo great changes. Whether my mother, who is not yet old, will have her second spring, we can’t sort out, and it’s even harder to sort out the messier housework.
The presence or absence of a father is the anchor of the family.
I selfishly wanted my father to live a little longer, but when I saw him suffering for a long time, my heart was scratching my head, and there was nothing I could do.
In my father's twilight years, the illness tortured his body and spirit, and it also tortured our spirits.
I spent the last time with him, powerless and helpless,
