This is a true story from a single mother. When I finished reading it, I was already in tears. My mother's greatness and my daughter's sensibility made me feel even more distressed. The story begins like this: That night, my daughter only ate half a bowl of rice, then put down her chopsticks and said, "Mom, I feel a little uncomfortable. I want to lie down for a while. You can leave first after eating. I will clean up the bowls and chopsticks later." At that time, I didn't care much. When I came back from the night market, I saw that the bowls and chopsticks and leftovers were still on the table, and I realized that something might have happened to my daughter.
She was lying on the bed, her face flushed. I went up and touched her forehead, and was startled. Her forehead was burnt like a ball of charcoal fire, and her eyes narrowed into a slit, as if it was very difficult to open it.
I picked up my daughter and said, "Child, you have a fever, we have to see a doctor." But she broke free from my arms and said, "No, maybe I have a cold. I will get better tomorrow after sleeping. Mom, go wash the dishes." Her voice was weak, but she still forced her eyes to open and smiled at me.
I know she is perfunctory because it means spending money once she goes to the hospital, and she is afraid.
"No, I have to go to the hospital!" I said decisively, and then came to the house to start looking for money, and searched as much as possible. When I piled all the money I could find along with the scattered coins I had just earned from the night market on my bed, I felt very sad.
"Mom, I really don't have to go to the hospital, I will get better tomorrow..." I turned my head and saw my daughter leaning against my door. She obviously saw my embarrassment just now. She was dressed very thinly.
"Go and put on your clothes, we can go immediately!" I randomly stuffed the money into my pocket and said with my daughter's hand.
"No, you go to the tricycle, the hospital is not far away anyway." As my daughter said, she broke free from my hand and staggered towards the tricycle locked in the yard. When I was driving on the quiet street with a small tricycle, her faint moan came from behind. I had never heard her humming like this before, and I was a little scared. Three years ago, my husband left me with a terminal illness. Then I was laid off and unemployed, so I had to ride a tricycle to go out to the night market. My daughter was less than 13 years old that year. It was also from that day that I found that she suddenly grew up and began to truly understand what life is. I looked back at her and saw her lying helplessly in the car like a wounded little lamb, looking at me. I pedaled like crazy, afraid that I would delay her.
rushed to the hospital to hang up for the emergency room. The next step was examination, intramuscular injection, and physical cooling. After a while of busyness, my daughter finally lay on the hospital bed and hung a drip. I breathed a sigh of relief. The doctor on duty told me that viral encephalitis is currently on the rise, and my daughter's symptoms are a bit similar. She will have to wait until she has a spinal fluid test after going to work tomorrow to confirm the diagnosis. She will first undergo fever reduction observation tonight.
My heart rose again. It was late at night, and my daughter and I were left in the ward, and I felt tired. My daughter suddenly signaled me to approach her and said, "Mom, I feel very uncomfortable, my whole body hurts, different from before. I heard the doctor's words. I'm very likely to have encephalitis . I'm afraid I can't do it..."
"Don't think about it, I have to wait until my examination will be done tomorrow before the diagnosis will be confirmed."
"Mom, listen to me," my daughter suddenly became serious, "Remember, there is a cloth bag hidden in the lower layer of the bedside table in my house, on the right corner, which contains some money... It's some money I saved, I'll leave it to you..."
suddenly felt a bitterness and rushed straight into my nose and my eyes. I grabbed my daughter's hand, "Child, you won't have anything to do because you have a mother. No matter what happens, we must live together bravely, child, remember!"
My daughter was stunned, she looked at me strangely and quietly... After a while, I felt the strength of her hand holding me. She grabbed my three fingers and held them tightly, and two crystal tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes.
The next morning, my daughter had a cerebrospinal fluid test and it was normal. Then he had a chest X-ray examination and confirmed that he had general pneumonia. The doctor said it doesn't matter, he can be discharged after two or three days of hospitalization. When I told my daughter the result, she hugged my neck tightly. We all cried.
After I went back, I secretly opened my daughter's bedside table. There was indeed a small cloth bag with 13 yuan inside, all of which were cents. Tears slid down from the corners of my eyes again.
It has been more than three years since the incident happened. Now, my daughter has become a student at the Military Medical University. During the college entrance examination, her scores can be entered into Peking University and Tsinghua University, but her first choice is this equally admirable military medical university. In her words, I don’t have to pay money or care about food and clothing, which can save me from the burden. This is her true "first choice".
Over the years, I have always treasured my daughter's cloth bag, which is the 13 yuan "legacy" she once solemnly left to me. It records the unforgettable experience between us mother and daughter.
So maternal love is the light rain on the sky, the love for children is silent, the love of mother, maternal love is the sea, tolerance and tolerance, which makes us inexhaustible and enjoyable throughout our lives! Gibran says that the sweetest words on a person's lips are mothers, and the most beautiful call is mothers. I hope that people who see this article can cherish and love our mother because she has worked hard all her life and can’t let go of her children! ! !
