The war was caused by mother secretly cleaning the floor. Some people say that there is no dutiful son in bed for a long time. Although the mother has neat legs and feet and doesn't wait on her, she can't let her children stop all day because of work. In mother's opinion, she is not allowed to work because she is dirty and useless. The living and the living should be positive. For more than 20 years, my mother accidentally fell down three times because of housework, all because of timely treatment, leaving no future trouble. It can be said that no matter who is alive, the most worrying thing is the safety of the mother. After all, he is an 80-year-old man and can't stand the toss. My mother lives in my house. Every day before I go out, I will pat her on the shoulder and tell her in a humorous tone that I can't mop the floor or do any housework, or I will fall down and be very painful. Mother verbally promised that, often, I walked with my front foot and she acted with her back foot. That time, my wife found my mother kneeling on the floor. Mom, I told you not to wipe the floor. What if I fall and no one is at home? Hearing this, mother threw away the rag, sat on the sofa and mocked him for an hour.
I went home on duty and hurried to comfort my mother. Unexpectedly, she changed the subject and insisted that she paid for my house. I've lived in a house for more than ten years, and it's the first time I've heard my mother say that. At the same time, I was a little angry, but I was worried that my mother would be unhappy, so I said in an understatement that the house was divided into units! My fears have come true. My mother was so angry that her chest collapsed. She waved at me first, and then quickly covered her face with the old hand of jujube bark. She cried like a child and said, no one is going to kick me out, and I will die here.
My mother's crying made me feel helpless and my heart ached. I am most afraid of my mother's tears. My second brother made his mother angry when he was a child. Every time I see her crying her eyes out, I wipe her tears and comfort her. Xiaohong never made her angry. Today, many years later, it's not that I forgot my oath, but that I feel right. However, my mother cried like a child. Enough crying, she is still clamoring to go back to her hometown, and she can't stay any longer. I know that if I apologize to my mother at this moment and say that I am wrong, my mother will smile through tears. I didn't. I just said, OK, I'll let your grandson drive right away.
When my mother heard this, she called me heartless and said that I had known I was so unfilial and I remarried that year. Before he left, he left a malicious word that he would never come to your house again.
For many years, my wife always brought my mother the first bowl of rice, and the snacks she bought were piled on the table. In order to let his mother sleep soundly, he had a backache and slept in a camp bed. I turned off my friend's dinner, refused his invitation, and stayed by my mother's side, adhering to the old saying that "parents are here and don't travel far." Who knows, finally, our filial piety was written off by our mother.
To tell the truth, I don't want to make my mother angry, and I don't want the mother-daughter war to continue. Countless times I suspected that she was not my mother. My mother is very open-minded, and what she says often makes me feel puzzled. In front of this old woman, besides accusing people, she is as unreasonable as a bitch. Nearly four years later, I still can't accept my mother's meanness. You know, my mother has been extravagant all her life, and even in the era when eating was a problem, she often gave away her hard-earned rice and flour to others. When I was very young, women and children of Qinghe generation came to our village to beg. My mother not only gave them the noodles and tofu buns we ate, but also asked them to eat at the same table with us. These people stink and their mothers turn a blind eye. In the evening, she took out the new bedding for her eldest brother to get married and covered it. The tickling sound from the back room kept me awake all winter. Near the Spring Festival, my mother gave them some white flour at home. From then on, my bowl is a thin soup that is no different from water. Look at the quilt they covered. The quilt is covered with bright red or old star's blood. At that time, my mother didn't blink, as if all the food in the quilt fell from the sky, so there was no need to feel bad.
My second sister just gave away her outdated clothes and faded bedding, and my mother nagged for three days like Sister Xianglin: This poor girl, regardless of adults, comforted people with my things, which was really irritating. Every time I talk about it, my mother's eyes will burst into flames, as if robbers had taken her gold, silver and jewels. Because of this, I quarreled with my mother more than once, and I wanted to satisfy her wish to go back to her hometown more than once. As long as I can remember, my second sister has spent a lot of money on her younger brothers and sisters, and she has not worried less. I am the youngest in my family, and I love it more. Every Saturday, my second sister will pick me up at my sister's office. She always leaves me steamed bread when she goes to the canteen to cook. She eats steamed bread and lets me cook. She eats pickles. In order to let me go to school well, my second sister saw the score of 100 on my examination paper and happily took out one or five yuan as a "scholarship" When I grow up, I fall in love with a person who can't give me a comfortable nest. It is my second sister who contributes to the house. ...
So, I dissuaded my mother, she is not your own daughter? How can a mother say that about her children? My mother, who was just in high spirits, was depressed in a blink of an eye. But my mother refused to give up, got up and gave me a final counterattack, leaving a sentence "Dog face kiss-I don't know the taste" and left without looking back.
I have to attribute these changes of my mother to aging.
My mother called several times and said that she missed me. Anyway, she asked me to go back to my hometown at the weekend. I didn't say anything, but I was still angry with her and said that I was busy at work and I would talk about it when I had time. I know my mother wants me to tell her personally. Come back to the city with me, mom. Mother deliberately said, people are old and confused, so don't go. I stopped and said, no matter how old I am, I'm still my mother, not to mention you know! In this way, once I make my mother angry, my mother will catch me and say that I beg her to come back. Fortunately, I'm used to all this.
When I went back to my hometown to pick up my mother, my sister-in-law advised me not to tell my mother common sense as soon as we met. She's confused. I smiled sadly and said, nothing. I am the meat that fell from her. Don't say I want a house, I'll give it even if I die. Sister-in-law said, look at my mother, she is really confused. That day, she called me seriously and said that she had been fighting for a house for Han Donghong for a long time and failed to win it. Finally, my mother told me she was sorry.
Tears welled up in my eyes. Think of a public service advertisement: a father with a dementia expression put the delicious food on his plate in his pocket in public and said that his son loved it. Mother is a copy of father. Third sister has been dead for more than ten years, leaving five of us, brother and sister, who belong to eldest brother and sister-in-law respectively. Mom just wants to help big brother.
At that moment, my resentment towards my mother suddenly eased.
There is a folk filial piety song "Ten Heavy Kindnesses", in which the first heavy kindness is: raising a child and giving birth to a daughter, pregnant in October, and the mother suffering day and night, regardless of her life when she was born, like the power of steel, cutting her intestines. ...
"Birds in the forest eat their offspring" and "The horse pond doesn't feel far southwest, so why does bird food fly day and night" all mean that the crow is raised by the mother bird, and when the mother bird is too old to eat, the little crow returns by eating the mother bird.
I'm ashamed that I didn't repay my mother's kindness, but I always had a war with her.