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Mother

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    I can't remember how many times I quarreled with my mother.

    At the age of 20, I left her, and the eight years of blankness made our relationship quite cold.

    I always dislike her.

    In October, she traveled thousands of miles to come to me.  Babysitting for me.  Shopping and cooking in free time.

    Get up at five o'clock in the morning to make breakfast.

    Drop off the kids at 7:00 and pick them up after 3:00.

    The bought vegetables are always put on the ground at will.  The dirt on the vegetable roots stained the snow-white tiles black everywhere.  After the meal was done, oil stains were everywhere.

    "Mom, look, the underground is so dirty."

    "Mom, after cooking, the stove should be wiped clean."

    "Mom, don't touch the flour on your hands."

    "Dish, have you finished eating? Buy so much?"

    After listening to the mother, she lost her temper.

    "I hate me, I'll go back to my hometown. I can't get used to this, and I can't get used to that. If you don't get used to it, just clean it up yourself"

    Mother is only 49 years old this year.

    Maybe young, maybe old.  She is used to living a life of enjoyment.

    Dad loves her and spoils her.

    When my mother followed my father to work in other places, it snowed heavily outside.  Mother doesn't want to get up.  Her father would run a long way to buy her breakfast, afraid that the breakfast would be cold, so he kept it in his pocket.  This selfless love, in addition to the father.  Neither my brother nor I could do it.

    When I was not married, I did nothing at my grandmother's house.  marry father.  She is 18 years old.

    I have suffered a lot and suffered a lot.

    Before the age of 20.  I live with her.  My father and elder brother work in other places.

    At that time, we quarreled constantly.

    The rebellion of adolescence made me want to leave her more and more.

    Finally at the age of 20, I left her.

    Eight years later, when I got along with her as an adult.  Don't always make her sad like a wayward child.  All in vain, I found.

    I am her daughter.  She is my mother.

    Only this relationship really exists.

    The first quarrel was in November.

    She spent 3500 a month.

    I said, Mom, I only have 5,000 yuan a month, and I have to pay off the mortgage Can you save some money

    she cried.

    I wasn't as glamorous as she imagined.

    Yes.

    I only have one house.

    And this house was earned bit by bit by my own efforts.

    "In addition to repaying the mortgage every month, I still have a debt of 300,000 in the bankI am under a lot of pressure."

    I have said a lot.

    She felt wronged.

    Proved to me over and over again that she didn't spend money indiscriminately.

    At that moment, I deeply realized the embarrassment of not having money.

    Mother came from afar.  All I can offer is a common train ticket.

    She said that there were so many people in the carriage that there was no place to stand.

    After I listened, I was silent.

    Maybe there is harm if there is a contrast.

    My cousin just sent their parents to Sanya for a tour.  Moments are full of their travel photos.

    Mother asked me carefully, do you know that your uncle and aunt went on a trip?

    I said, um.

    "Hui Li paid for it."

    Huili is my little cousin.  We grew up playing with it.

    I am angry.

    "Why do you always compare me with her. How much is her monthly salary, and how much is my monthly salary?"

    "I didn't say anything?"

    "But what you said made me sound particularly uncomfortable."

    ?Because of busy work.

    We rarely chat.

    Thinking about it now, it is actually a kind of debt.

    Because I am her daughter.  she loves me.

    Because she is my mother and I love her too.  But I can't find the right way to care for it.  Our relationship is at stake.

    The most serious time, I said, Mom, after all, you treat your daughter differently from your son.

    The dim light shone on the mother's haggard face.

    At that moment, I suddenly felt that she was old.

    She is not as tall and straight as I imagined.  I lost my youthful arrogance.

    Her tears and resentment were so clearly visible on her face.

    She moved her lips.

    "Why is it different? If it was your brother who said this to me, I would have called you a long time ago"

    It was raining heavily outside.  Mother was really angry.

    She was carrying her suitcase and was going home.

    I stop her.

    "Where do you go to buy tickets? When the rain stops, I'll buy tickets for you."

    That was a very naive compromise.

    I did book a return ticket online.

    A hard sleeper ticket.

    She hunched over and stood at the door of the bedroom.

    "What time is the train?"

    "It's past one o'clock in the afternoon."

    "oh?"

    She leaves.

    Be here for two months.  I never took her anywhere.

    She climbed Mount Hui by herself.

    Really climbed to the top.  She excitedly told me about the scenery on the top of the mountain.

    What she wants to go most is the Lingshan Giant Buddha.  Because she is a devout Buddhist.

    In short, because of messy reasons.  I promised again and again, but never took her there.

    Her personality is completely different from mine.

    Perhaps this predestined us to be a resentful mother and daughter.

    I said, Mom, when I am free, I will take you shopping for clothes.

    "No, no, the clothes are too expensive."

    I said, Mom, when I am free, I will take you to play.

    "Yeah¡­"

    I stayed in Wuxi for two years.  Except the road in front of the door is familiar to me.  I seldom go anywhere else.

    My only means of transportation is a red bicycle.

    Because of motion sickness, I rarely take the bus.

    There is a vacation.  A man rode a bicycle around the city all over.

    I am for others.  Maybe it's fast.  I walk very fast.  But my lifestyle has always been one of slow living.

    I like traditional culture.

    Mother decided to leave.  It's an unpleasant decision.  Neither of us made peace with the past.  Still stubborn like an ignorant child.

    We all know that every time we part we will experience a long wait.

    I am a bird out of the cage.  Fly freely in my sky.  And the mother, she can only stay in the cage forever.  Guarding that home, silently waiting for the children who return from afar.

    What can I do?

    When I left, I couldn't say a word.

    Maybe give a kind hug.  As with normal people.  But we all held our heads stubbornly.

    Think about the wind and rain she sheltered for me when I was a child.

    Think about what she always said, fortunately you are my own

    Think about her gradually whitening hair

    Just thinking about this makes tears well up in my eyes.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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