Today I chatted with a new neighbor for a while.
She told me that her parents died when she was very young and had to live with her uncle. Although her uncle is very nice to her, her uncle also has three children in his family, so he often has no food and clothing or warm clothes, let alone go to school.
Later, when she was 18 years old, she got married early and had her own son after getting married. She thought she would be happy like this, but bad luck once again came. When her son was three years old, her husband died due to an accident, leaving her and her young children to depend on each other.
Later, after someone introduced me, I met a man. Although the other party also had two children, the man didn't mind the woman taking another child to marry him. The neighbor took the child and the man to form a reorganized family.
After marriage, the woman treated the man's two children as her own and the family lived a harmonious life. Such a happy life lasted until the neighbor's son was 25 years old. Unfortunately, her son died in a car accident at the age of 25. When talking about this, the neighbor couldn't help but choke up.
She said that later, her second husband also passed away, and her stepsons drove her out completely regardless of the nurturing. So, she had to rent a house alone when she was in her 60s.
She said that she was so pitiful in her life, and it’s time to live every day now.
Yes, the greatest sorrow of a person is that he loses his parents in his youth, his husband in his middle age, and his son in his old age. What she experienced completely exceeded this and had to be moved by her strength.
