Mom, how have I kept you waiting for so long... text/Liu jirong 2009/06/03
My mother is really old and becomes a child-bound person. Every time she calls, she always asks with enthusiasm: "When will you go home ?」
Not to mention the distance between more than one thousand miles, I had to switch three times, work alone, my children had left me alone, and I still had time to go home. My mother had a bad ear. After I explained it for a long time, she asked eagerly, "When will you be back ?」
After several times, I finally lost my patience and shouted at my mother on the phone. She finally understood and hung up. A few days later, my mother asked the same question, but she had no confidence in that tone. Just like a unwilling child, I can't help asking questions. I felt soft and gave me a sigh of relief.
When my mother saw me, she was very happy. She happily described to me, "The pomegranate in the backyard has blossomed and the watermelon is ripe. Come back .」
I am so embarrassed to say, "How can I be so busy !」 She hurriedly said, "you said your mother had cancer, and she had only half a year to live !」 I immediately blamed her for nonsense and she smiled. When I was a child, I didn't want to go to school when it was windy or rainy. I had a stomachache in my casual clothes and was beaten by my mother. Now that she is old, she taught her daughter to lie. I am so angry and funny.
I couldn't bear to tell her that she had to go back in 1st day of next month, and her mother was so happy that she had to throttled. I don't know what's wrong. There will always be endless tasks. Everything is more important than going home. Finally, I cannot go back.
The mother at the end of the phone seemed to have no strength to say another word. I was full of guilt: "Mom, are you angry ?」 When my mother heard this, she hurriedly said, "I'm not angry with you, child. I know you are busy .」
But in a few days, the mother's phone call became tighter. She said, the grapes are ripe, and the pears are ripe. Come back to eat them soon. I said, what is rare? It is full of streets, and you can get enough for ten yuan or eight yuan. My mother was unhappy, and I was so impatient that I would coax her: "However, all these are fertilizers and pesticides. How can you plant them well .」 The mother smiled proudly.
On Saturday, the temperature was very high, so I did not dare to go out. I started the air conditioner and stayed at home. I had to go downstairs to the supermarket to buy the ice cream. In the hot summer, I suddenly saw my mother's back. It seems that she just got out of the car, put a basket on her arm, carrying a heavy bag on her back, she bent her waist, left and right, and was afraid someone else could touch her stuff. In a crowded crowd, every step of the mother is very difficult. I shouted at her, And she quickly raised her sweaty face and looked around. When she saw me coming, she was surprised to say nothing.
When I got home, my mother welcomed those things. Her hands were exposed with green bands, and on the top of her fingers were covered with tape, and there was a scar on the back of her hand. My mother smiled and said to me, "eat, you eat. I picked it out .」
I didn't have a mother who was too far away. Just for my words, I rushed over a thousand miles. She was sitting in the cheapest, air-conditioned bus, hot and crowded, but all the grapes and pears were intact. I can't imagine how she came along. I only know that there is a miracle in the world where there is a mother.
My mother had only stayed for three days. She said that I had been working too hard and had to take care of my children. She was in a hurry but could not help. She dared not touch the kitchen facilities in the city, for fear of breaking them. She quietly booked the ticket and quietly walked by herself.
I only went back for a week, and my mother said she missed me and urged me to go home. I smiled bitterly: "Mom, please be patient !」 The next day, I received a call from my aunt, "your mother is ill. Come back soon .」 I was so anxious that I ran to the station with tears and caught up with the last car.
Along the way, I could not help but pray. I hope this is what my mother lied to me. I am willing to listen to her nagging, I am willing to eat all the food she prepared for me, and I am willing to take the time to come to see her. Now, I know that a person who lives to the age of 80 also needs a mother.
The car finally arrived at the village gate, and the mother ran down and smiled. I hugged her and wanted to cry and smile, and said, "What do you say is not good, say you are ill, and you want to lose money !」 The blamed Mother is still infinitely happy. She just wants to see me.
My mother was very happy to go in and out, put a table of delicious food, waiting for my praise. I criticize it with no mercy: "The porridge is boiled; the skin of the fried dumplings is too thick; the meat is too salty .」 Her mother suddenly became embarrassed with a smile, and she looked down helplessly. I smiled in my heart, and I knew that once I said something delicious, my mother had to force me to eat a lot and bring it when I went away. In this way, I was fed fat to me, why can't I lose weight. Besides, how can I take over the stove without degrading her?
I cook for my mother and chat with her. My mother stared at me for a long time, and my eyes were full of love. No matter what I say, she likes half her mouth and listens attentively with her ears side. Even when she takes a nap, she sits beside the bed and looks at me with a smile. I said, "Since it hurts me so much, why not stay with me ?」 She said she is not used to tall buildings in the city.
After a few days, I was anxious to go back, and my mother begged me to stay for another day. She said she had already arrived in the city to buy food, and she would have to cook dinner for me soon. The county is more than 90 miles away from this city. Her mother wants to bring back all the things she thinks are delicious and let me eat them.
When I came back from my aunt's house, my mother had prepared the dishes and finally brought them to the table. I was amazed at the fact that the scales were not scrubbed, the chicken nuggets were covered with fine-grained chicken feathers, and there was hair in the mushroom. Whether it's plain or plain, it's impossible to get down. My mother was so fond of being clean when she was young, and she is so old. When my mother saw me pick and choose not to eat, she had a bad compromise and sent me to take the night bus.
It's dark, and my mother is holding my arm. She said, you are not used to the country. She accompanied me to the car, and couldn't help but tell the east to the west, the car was driving, so I was in a hurry, but the angle was locked by the door, almost fell down. I choked and shouted at the window: "Mom, Mom, be careful !」 She couldn't hear it clearly. She chased the car and shouted, "Child, I'm not angry with you. I know you're busy !」
In this case, my mother seemed satisfied. She never urged me to go home again, but kept talking to me about some happy things: "The family has added a very good calf; in the spring of next year, there will be a lot of flowers in the yard. 」 Listen, my heart is warm.
By the end of the year, I received a call from my aunt. She said, "Your mother is ill. Come back soon .」 I believe where I believe that, if we only got through the day before yesterday, my mother said she was very good and told me not to worry about it.
My aunt just reminded me that I had to go back and bought a bag of oil cake that my mother loved.
When the car arrived at the village head, I stretched my neck and looked around. My mother didn't pick me up. I suddenly had an ominous hunch.
My aunt told me that when she called me, her mother was no longer there and she went very peacefully. Half a year ago, her mother had been diagnosed with cancer, but she did not tell anyone. She was still busy as usual and arranged her post affairs properly. My aunt also told me that my mother had an eye disease for a long time and it was very difficult to watch things.
I held the bag of Oil Cake tightly to my chest, and my heart seemed to have been dug away. It turned out that my mother knew that she had not had much time left before calling me to go home. She wanted to look at me more and say a few more words to me. It turned out that I was picky about the food I refused to cook. She made it with blurred vision. How careless I was! On the night I went, how did she find her way home? She fell down, and I would never know.
Mother, in the last time of my life, I was happy to tell me that the morning glory was full of the old chimney, and the bean flower was like the purple dress I wore when I was a child. You leave all love, all warmth, and then leave quietly.
I know that you are the only person in the world who will not be angry with me. The only one who will always wait for me, that is, with this pet, I dare to let you wait for so long.
My mother, how can I keep you waiting for so long?
