The sunshine outside looked so white that I didn't want to go out, as if I couldn't live without the air conditioner.
Since my mother had a leg problem, she still bought some vegetables and delivered them to her the day before yesterday. I called her yesterday and said she could go downstairs with her old father, which made her feel a little relieved.
Although my mother said that I could go downstairs with my father to buy groceries, I was still very uneasy. I always felt like I had lost something if I didn’t take a look, and I needed to find it back in the sun, otherwise I would always be distracted.
So, I took some of the shrimps I bought the day before yesterday and a lot of seaweed given by my friend, and prepared to go out.
Oreo sat waiting at the door in advance. He was so excited that he kept holding his rope in his mouth. He thought it was as cool downstairs as at home.
I looked at the expectation in her eyes, and I didn’t want to take her out because it was too hot. Then I thought about when I went there a few days ago, my old father asked me: "Why didn't you bring Oreos?" Obviously, Oreo went to make them happy. If both parties are happy, what reason do I have to refuse?
Sure enough, when we arrived at my mother's third floor, Oreo opened the door and went in. My mother heard the door opening: "Oh my, the beautiful Oreo is here." She seemed to be sensible, wagging her tail and cooing, but actually it was just for After coaxing a cup of yogurt, my goal was achieved, and I entered the room wagging my tail.
Dad has been sleeping for two hours every morning since he was sick last time. He seems to be sleeping soundly. I took Oreo and sat beside his bed. Although my father had his eyes closed, I felt that he knew that I was beside him. At this time, my father and I were connected.
So I stretched out my hand and put it on Dad’s leg. Dad’s leg moved and his hand reached out to Oreo who had been standing by his bed wagging his tail. Oreo moved forward ghostly. , stretched the dog's head to where his father could reach, his father's hand touched Oreo's dog's head, and her tail almost shook off. At this time, his father was infected by Oreo's cheerful mood, and opened his eyes, but He still didn't want to get up, so I pressed him and motioned for him to continue lying down.
I went to the kitchen to see that the vegetables had been washed and cut. I asked my mother if she needed me to cook. My mother said that my cooking skills were not as good as hers. In fact, she didn’t want me to work hard and left me to eat.
I looked at my mother’s legs. Even though I can walk, they are still swollen, but they are obviously much better than a few days ago, and I feel a lot more relaxed. I care very little about my parents. I always feel that my mother is omnipotent and can solve all problems. It’s a difficult and complicated disease, and I haven’t done anything that a daughter should do.
Just like a few days ago, my mother couldn't go downstairs because of her legs. I didn't know it was so serious. People in the community gave me a lot of food, including meat, eggs, tomatoes, and all kinds of new dishes. They all took it into consideration. , and as a daughter, I only knew that my legs hurt a little, but I didn’t know that my mother couldn’t go downstairs or walk.
There are two reasons why my mother didn’t tell me. The most important reason is of course that she feels sorry for me and loves me. She doesn’t want me to run around and see me tired. Another very important reason is that even if I do it, I won’t be able to do it. Talking a lot of negative energy will seriously affect their mood.
But what they don’t know is that I have long realized that my attitude towards my parents is completely wrong, and I really regret it in my heart. It is the greatest unfilial piety to often contradict my parents, although my parents can ignore it because I am their child. , but I have never found my place. I forgot that I am a daughter and a junior. How can I let my way of speaking be superior to my parents?
Everyone has their own role in this world and their own order. They cannot be misplaced, otherwise there will be karma. Even if the starting point is heartache or helplessness, it is unforgivable.
Everyone will have their own cause and effect. As long as we do our own things well and do not participate in other people's cause and effect, we will not let a lot of hostility be reflected back to ourselves.
Some people come to this world to repay a favor, some to take revenge, some to complain, some to pay off debts, and some to collect debts. We cannot know our past, nor can we communicate with the universe.
That is to correctly understand and put your own order. Children should be filial, have a harmonious relationship with their parents, and accept all the good and bad of the family of origin, because these are the original carriers of life that we accept wholeheartedly. .
Mom and Dad gave us all their love, but I often contradicted my parents in a self-righteous way. Now that I have a child, I know how heartbreaking it is to be contradicted by a child. That kind of pain cannot be healed. Being able to lick my own wounds, I feel ashamed of my previous ignorance and am willing to spend the rest of my life trying to make up for it, hoping to make my soul less indebted and more forgiving.
One day, fate comes to an end. It is not our parents who send us away, but we send our parents away.
I slowly and slowly understood that the so-called mother-daughter mother-son relationship just means that your fate with him is that you will continue to watch his back fade away in this life.
Parents, walk slower, give me a chance to forgive myself, and let me spend more time with you. My biggest hope is that every time I see you, the corners of your mouth will turn up. This is the happiest thing in the world for being a child.
Dear parents, I say to you deeply: I'm sorry, forgive me, thank you for giving me life and paying for me without knowing it. I will love you well for the rest of my life.
I pray that parents all over the world will be healthy and give their children years of filial piety, a little slower and a little slower...
