My mother (mother-in-law) comes into my bedroom from time to time and talks with me one build and one build. Father (father-in-law) also looks at our open bedroom from time to time when he goes to the toilet. It turned out that he saw two big suitcases on the floor. Mother said, "I remember you said eighteen years ago that you didn't leave Ang until you were eighteen?" I smiled and said, "It's time to go tomorrow. I have work to do and money to earn! I'll buy you something delicious when I make money. " I talk to my mother like a child.
Mom said, "Go ahead, we're fine."
"Mom, hold on. When I arrive in September next year, I will accompany you every day."
My mother is old, so is my father. My mother, two years older than her father, is eighty-five. She still insists on taking care of her father's diet and daily life, sometimes like a child. During the twenty days of the holiday, I cook in the kitchen most of the time, and my mother will stand at the door of the kitchen and chat with me. When she sees me putting the fried dishes on the plate, she will come and help serve them.
"Mom, don't stop, I'll be slapped again in a minute." My husband is joking.
"How to blame me, didn't you see niang's hands shaking badly? If you don't work, you will be poor. " I will reply to my husband. He stood up from the sofa, helped to set chopsticks and carry bowls.
For twenty days, I cooked and cleaned up the housework. My mother-in-law is doing what she can, and my husband is watching TV with my father on the sofa. Every three to five days, my husband will bathe my old father, shave and cut his nails. Dad, who was washed clean by her husband, immediately cheered up.
I gave my mother the red warm clothes I bought for myself. Mother's white hair and red clothes have a unique charm for the elderly. Daughters who have spent a winter with their grandparents come with their children relatively rarely. Young people love to play, we are at home on holiday, and our two daughters are genuinely relaxed.
When we have parents, we often go home, and a large family of more than a dozen people often get together, talking and laughing, eating and chatting. Mom and dad are happy from ear to ear.
There are parents at home, and the son is in his fifties. The mother is still fighting for her son's "interests". The dinner on the twelfth day of the first month was supposed to be porridge with steamed bread, because at noon my husband said, "We should eat pancakes." When I saw the steamed bread on the drawer at night, my mother said, "Hey! Isn't Li Hui going to eat pancakes? " I said to my mother, "steamed bread has long hair." Let's eat steamed bread first. "
"It's okay, we can't waste it. We'll eat after you leave. "
"How old is he, and he is still so used to eating whatever he wants?" I picked out the steamed bread in the pot as I spoke. If you don't follow your mother, she will be unhappy.
"Pancakes are not good things." Mother argued.
My mom and dad had a hard time biting pancakes, so I had to rub some shredded radish and green radish, mix with flour, spread some soft vegetable cakes for the old couple, and bake two big cakes to get it ready.
Since I entered this house, I have known my parents' temper for more than 20 years, and I have never said anything. But try to meet their requirements. In fact, apart from being biased towards their son in heart and words and deeds (I can understand this, after all, the husband is the heart of the old couple), we get along well. Because there are too many kindness and simplicity in them that move me.
There are parents at home, and as soon as I enter the door, I feel that everything at home is fresh and warm. Because there are parents at home, you can go to the supermarket to buy things your parents like to honor them when you go home for the New Year. And all this makes up for my guilt and reluctance to give up on my long-dead mother.
With parents at home, the way home is no longer far away. With parents at home, I don't think the money left on the road is worth it. With parents at home, our mobile phone will be turned on 24 hours a day. If there are parents at home, there will be two waiting figures and two expectant eyes at the door.
Filial piety is an obligation to accompany parents and enjoy the warmest affection in the world. Honoring parents is not for praise, because we will grow old, our eyes will dim and we will take a nap by the fire.
If we have parents at home, we are children with mothers. If we have parents at home, we will have real happiness in the world.