Mother's Lies
When he was a child, the little boy's family was very poor. When eating, the food was often not enough, so the mother would share the rice in her own bowl with the child. The mother said, children, eat quickly, I am not hungry! ——My mother’s first lie.
When the boys were growing up, the hard-working mother often used Sunday breaks to go to the rural rivers and ditches on the outskirts of the county to catch some fish to supplement calcium for the children. The fish is delicious and the fish soup is also very fresh. When the children eat fish, the mother gnaws the fish bones and licks the meat stains on the fish bones with her tongue. The boy felt distressed, so he put the fish in his bowl into his mother's bowl and invited her to eat the fish. The mother refused to eat, so she used chopsticks to put the fish back into the boy's bowl. The mother said, child, eat quickly, I don’t like fish! ——The second lie told by my mother.
When he was in junior high school, in order to pay the school fees for his boy and his elder sister, his mother, who was a sewing worker, went to the neighborhood committee to pick up some matchboxes and take them home. She worked at night to earn some pennies to supplement the household income. One winter, the boy woke up in the middle of the night and saw his mother still hunched over the matchbox under the oil lamp. The boy said, "Mom, go to sleep. You have to go to work tomorrow morning." The mother smiled and said, "Son, go to sleep, I'm not sleepy!" ——The third lie told by my mother.
During the college entrance examination year, my mother took leave and stood at the entrance of the examination center every day to support the boys taking the college entrance examination. It was midsummer and the scorching sun was shining brightly. My stubborn mother stayed under the scorching sun for several hours. The bell rang to signify the end of the exam, and the mother stepped forward and handed the child a cup of strong tea made from a can and told the child to drink it. The tea was also strong, and the love was even stronger. Looking at his mother's chapped lips and beads of sweat on her head, the boy handed the can in his hand over to his mother to drink. The mother said, child, drink quickly, I am not thirsty! ——The fourth lie told by my mother.
After my father passed away from illness, my mother became both father and mother. She worked hard to support several children with her meager income in the sewing club and provide them with education. Her life was miserable. When Uncle Li, who was repairing watches under a telephone pole at an alley intersection, found out, he came to help with big and small things. He moved coal, carried water, and sent some money and food to help the boy's family. Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect. The neighbors saw this in their eyes and remembered it in their hearts. They all advised my mother to remarry, so why bother herself. However, my mother has kept her integrity for many years and never married. No matter how much others tried to persuade her, my mother would not listen. My mother said, I don’t love her! ——The fifth lie told by my mother.
After the boy and her brother and sister graduated from college and started working, the mother who was laid off from her job set up a stall at a nearby farmer's market to make ends meet. When the children who were working in other places found out, they often sent money back to subsidize their mother, but the mother refused and returned the money. My mother said, I have money! ——The sixth lie told by my mother.
The boy stayed in school to teach for two years, and later got admitted as a doctoral candidate at a prestigious university in the United States. After graduation, he stayed in the United States to work in a scientific research institution. The salary was quite generous and the conditions were good. The boy in a foreign country I wanted to take my mother over to enjoy the happiness but was rejected by the old man. My mother said, I’m not used to it! ——The seventh lie told by my mother.
In his later years, his mother suffered from stomach cancer and was admitted to the hospital. When the boy from across the Atlantic rushed back by plane, his mother was already dying after the operation. His mother was old, and looking at her mother who was tortured to death by the disease, the boy was heartbroken and burst into tears. But the mother said, child, don't cry, I don't feel any pain. ——The eighth lie told by my mother.
After saying that, the mother, who had spent her whole life in "lies", finally closed her eyes.
One.102 Drops of Blood
One day the owner reinstalled the doors and windows in the abandoned attic. Half a month later, he went there and found a little bird under the window sill that refused to die. I went to the ground and counted 102 drops of blood! It was probably caused by the bird hitting the window. What made the bird desperate? The owner checked the attic and found a nest of starved chicks inside. The owner I understand that because he closed the door and window, the mother bird cannot go in. For the sake of her baby, she wants to use her body to break the window!
Motherly love is fierce
I understand clearly I remember that before I was 9 years old, my parents regarded me as the apple of their eyes. My life was carefree and full of joy. But since my mother and father went to a hospital in Wuhan, my life has not been what it used to be.
It was evening when my parents came back. To be honest, in my young heart, my favorite was my mother. I am eight or nine years old. Every time my mother comes back from out of town, I will open my arms and throw myself into her arms to act like a baby. However, this time, not only did my mother not hold me in her arms, touch and kiss me like before, but she kept a straight face, as if she didn't see me, and pulled me to my father's legs with her hands, but she went straight to the room. I was there, and I was dumbfounded...
In the days after that, whether I came back from school or had dinner at home, my mother always had a gloomy face when she saw me, even if she was talking to others. When I was joking, I squeezed in front of her, and the smile on her face immediately disappeared like soap bubbles.
The first time my mother hit me was more than ten days after she came back.
I came home from school at noon that day and found that my mother didn’t cook. I thought my mother was not at home, so I called her loudly. At this time, my mother came out of the back room with her hair disheveled, scolded me angrily, grabbed my arm and dragged me into the house, asking me to cook for myself.
I looked at my mother with a fierce look on her face and started sobbing. Unexpectedly, my mother picked up the spatula and spanked me. While spanking, she said viciously: "If you don't know how to burn, I will teach you!" When she saw that I didn't move, she raised the spatula and hit me. At this time, I I found that she was out of breath and seemed about to collapse. I began to blame myself a little, maybe I made her so angry, so I hurriedly followed her instructions, washing rice, washing vegetables, turning on the gas...
In this way, under her "order" Next, I cooked rice for the first time.
What I don’t understand even more is that she also instigated my father to give me less money.
In the past, my daily breakfast was 1 yuan, and lunch was also 1 yuan. From that day on, she reduced my breakfast fee to 5 cents and didn’t give me a penny for lunch. I said I didn't have enough breakfast. I had to eat at least two steamed buns every morning. She said that when she was studying, breakfast only cost two cents. She also said she was hungry and came home to eat at noon. From now on, she would only give me 5 cents, and told me not to be obsessed with asking for 1 yuan. As for the 1 yuan at noon, she thought I shouldn't ask for it, because I was just going to buy snacks, which was a waste.
In this way, I can only get 5 cents a day. The most uncomfortable time was at noon, when other children were buying some candies, melon seeds, etc., but I could only stand far away and swallow my saliva. From then on, I hated my mother. It was she who cut off my source of income and separated me from my children.
My suffering goes beyond that. Since my father works out of town, I can only stay with my mother. Several times, I cried and wanted to go with my father. My father stroked my head and comforted me. He said that he was being transferred and that he would be back in a month.
If you can’t go with your father, you have to be at the mercy of your mother. After a while, my mother stopped cooking. I cried and said that I couldn't cook well. She picked up the spatula and hit me again, and scolded me: "What are you born to do? If you can't do this or that, you are worse than a pig or a dog." That's it. Under her "guidance" I learned to cook again.
On the day my father was transferred back, he urged my mother to be admitted to the hospital. He also asked for a long leave from the work unit.
I went to visit my mother on the first Sunday when she was hospitalized. Mom was having an infusion and had fallen asleep.
Dad walked forward gently and whispered in her ear that I was here to see her. She immediately opened her eyes and asked her father to help her up and sit up. At first, there was still a trace of a smile on her face, but then her face turned black and she pointed at me:
"Get out of here, get out of here!"
In an instant, I remembered all the harsh ways she had treated me. I turned my head and ran away angrily. I swear I will never want this mother again in this life.
My mother died of liver cancer 3 months later. I didn't shed a single tear at the funeral. When receiving the spirit, if my father hadn’t forced me to kneel on the ground, I would not have knelt down.
Three years later, I had a stepmother.
Although my stepmother usually ignores me, I always feel that she is better than my biological mother.
That day I overheard the conversation between my stepmother and my father. My father planned to give me 1 yuan for breakfast every day, but my stepmother said that the child was old and it was time for him to grow, so she should give him two yuan a day. The next day, I really got two yuan.
I began to like my stepmother. In addition to the fact that she increased my breakfast expenses, there was another reason: I came home from school every day and no longer had to cook. Sometimes my stepmother would go to work early because she was busy with work, and she would always leave meals and dishes for me. Sometimes even though it’s leftovers, I don’t complain at all. This is many times better than the cold pot and cold stove when my biological mother was alive.
My relationship with my stepmother became even more harmonious when she caught a cold. She had a serious fever that day, so I called a doctor for her. After transfusion, her spirit improved slightly. She wanted to force herself out of bed to cook, but I stopped her. I made her a bowl of fish soup myself and cooked two of her favorite dishes. She was very touched. In the evening, my stepmother praised me in front of my father for being a smart and well-behaved child.
When I was 15 years old, I was admitted to a prestigious high school in the county.
Dad and stepmom were very happy. But my father was worried because the tuition fees had not yet been paid. The stepmother said firmly that if she had no money, she would have to scrape together the money first. As long as the child could go to school, I would figure out how much it would cost. At this time, Dad suddenly slapped his forehead, rushed into the house and took out a small aluminum box from the box. The aluminum box was locked. He said, this was left by my mother before she was alive. He told me: "Your mother told me before she died that this aluminum box cannot be opened until you are in high school."
I shook my head with disdain, turned around and left. My father called me back angrily and said, "It's not easy for your mother to feed you all the time. No matter how much you hate her, you should take a look."
My stepmother also said that my father said Right. Helpless, I had no choice but to take the aluminum box and walk into my room. I twisted the lock and opened the box.
Inside the aluminum box are several pieces of paper filled with writing, and under the paper is a passbook. I unfolded the paper, and familiar notes jumped into my eyes:
Son:
When you read this suicide note, my mother has been sleeping underground for 6 years.
If your mother really has a soul, then it would be your mother who told you about it herself.
Do you still remember, the day your dad and I came back from Wuhan, you threw yourself at me coquettishly. I really wanted to pick you up and kiss you, but when I thought of the results of the hospital examination, my mother My heart trembled, my mother was terminally ill. When we were in Wuhan, your father insisted that I be hospitalized. The first thing I thought of was that my son was still young.
Mom will pass away soon, but my son’s journey has just begun. I used to dote on my son too much. Mom would give me whatever my son wanted. I'm worried that if I die, my son won't be able to live well, and it would be a bad thing to compare my mother to my stepmother. Therefore, I made up my mind to find a way to make my son hate me, the more hateful the better.
How could my mother be willing to beat my son! My son is my mother's favorite. You have grown so big and my mother has never touched my son. But in order to let my son learn to cook and live by himself, my mother picked up a spatula and beat my son. But when you went to wash rice, I don’t know how many tears my mother secretly shed...
In order to see my son one more time, I would sit by my son’s bed for several hours every day when I got up in the middle of the night to take medicine. , especially when my son’s butt was spanked twice, I looked at it carefully. Although there was no bruise, I still touched it again and again.
Son, before I died, your grandma raised 5,000 yuan to treat me. I asked someone to secretly save the money. Your grandma urged me to buy medicine several times, but I always said that I had already bought new medicine. Now, can this money, including interest, be enough to pay for high school and college tuition? If the payment is not enough, my son is old and can work to earn money.
After reading my mother’s suicide note, tears blurred my eyes. I finally understood that my mother’s cold looks, beatings and scoldings, and ruthlessness were all for my future self-reliance!
I burst into tears and rushed out of the house. I ran and cried, "Mom!" until I ran to my mother's grave.
In front of my mother’s grave, I couldn’t afford to kneel down...
The love of female monkeys
During a round of monkeys, there was a big female monkey He broke out with a little monkey in his arms. When this female monkey broke through, she was carrying someone else's monkey on her back, and she was also holding one of her own monkeys. I ran to a dead tree and there was nowhere to run. A hunter held a gun and another old hunter, two people, aimed at the monkey. When they were about to shoot, the female monkey made a gesture to them, similar to a "pause" gesture. A monkey can make such a gesture, what is this monkey doing? It breastfed its two little monkeys, and the two hunters thought that they should just wait for a while and let the mother monkey breastfeed the little monkeys. The little monkey might not be too hungry and stopped eating after a few bites. At this time, the female monkey picked off the dead leaves, squeezed her own milk onto the leaf, and put the leaf where the little monkey could reach it, and put a lot of leaves. Finally, the female monkey faced the two hunters and covered her face. It seemed to be saying: Shoot. The two old hunters could no longer raise their guns because they knew that what they were facing was not an animal, but a mother. From then on, the old hunters never hunted again.