I took a picture of my mother
My son grew up under the care of his mother. Every Double Ninth Festival, he clamored to see his grandma. However, my work unit is busy this year and there is no holiday. I cannot take my son back to my hometown to visit my mother like in previous years. Because of this, my son ignored me for a few days, but when he saw that I had no intention of compromising, he pursed his lips and said, "It's okay not to go. You can ask grandma to send me a photo, in color!"
"Photo?!" I almost dropped the bowl to the ground. My son’s request was not excessive, but in my memory, my mother never had a decent photo. There were only photos of our three brothers and children at home. My mother never took pictures alone. In her eyes, taking pictures was a very luxurious thing.
During the Double Ninth Festival last year, I borrowed a digital camera to take home. I wanted to take a few photos of my mother alone several times. I raised the camera and looked at my mother busy in the lens, but I couldn't bear to press the shutter. After finally waiting for my mother to finish her work, my cousin snatched the camera away again. He led the subject and ran towards the woods in a hurry, returning only after sunset.
Before leaving, I pressed the shutter in the car, and my mother was frozen under the big locust tree at the head of the village: thin body, silver-white hair, dancing wrinkled hands, slightly open mouth , as if he wanted to say something, but was blown away by the autumn wind, like a long yellow leaf falling to the ground. This time, I finally took a photo of my mother. However, due to carelessness when I came back, her only personal color photo was deleted by mistake.
I slowly put down my bowls and chopsticks, stood on the balcony, and looked at the colorful lights on the bustling street. In today's era of digital electronics and the world of photo studios and photo studios, there is not a single photo of my mother. Photos of myself, and thinking about her aging appearance, my heart felt sad.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?" My son looked at me in surprise.
"Nothing? Let's go home to see your grandma at the end of this year. I want to take some photos of her elderly mother!" I know that taking a few photos of my elderly mother cannot withstand the pace of time, and it is not enough for my mother. Many years of kindness, but it might as well be my confession to my mother.
