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Chapter 86 Obituary¡ªIn memory of my mother Don't read it, it has nothing to do with the article.

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    My mother has passed away, and my heart is ashamed. When I was ill, the treatment cost was as high as one million. My mother never gave up. After more than a year of treatment, she did not show fatigue in front of me.  I didn't fulfill my filial piety, didn't feed back, and didn't have the ability to give my mother the best treatment when she was ill. All these made me feel so guilty that I couldn't sleep or eat.  Thinking that if the author can live to be sixty years old, she will not be able to see without a mother for the remaining forty years, graduation, work, marriage, and having children. She feels that life is so gloomy.

    Life is really unpredictable. She rode a shared bicycle with me the day before she got sick, and made an appointment to ride more often in the future.  In just ten days, she kept reassuring me that I would be fine, and told me that my vague dream would definitely come true Yesterday I saw my mother in the coffin, and the last look made me dazed and my heart stopped.

    Knowing that when my mother's condition deteriorated, in the intensive care unit, she was uncomfortable in the room, and I cried outside the wall. At that time, there was still a wall, and there was still poor hope.  For five consecutive days, I only saw her for the last time, and she has lost consciousness. All indicators are driven by the pacemaker and ventilator. On the way to the hometown, the ambulance's indicators all returned to zero. I think, mother, Yin and Yang are eternal.  separated.

    The funeral in my hometown was complicated. During the period, I had a cold and low fever, imagining countless possibilities, and the self-blame and guilt became heavier and suffocating.  My mother dreams every night, the woman who always puts me in front of her has suffered all her life, and she has no time to enjoy the blessings, so she just walks away.  No one ever asks me, baby, if I'm hungry.  Is it cold?  Would you like a cup of hot water?  Wear thicker.  It's okay, don't cry.  Mom always supports you.  Be obedient and learn.  If the money is not enough, ask my mother.  Take care of yourself I have countless happy memories with her in my mind.  I know that these memories are not for me to be sad and sad.

    I call my mother, it is her name **, followed by a baby.  And her last name, add a beautiful one.  **Baby, *beautiful, maybe, everyone will let go of you one day, but I won't.

    Finally, I would like to say that if the parents of readers are still alive, please perform filial piety in time.  I also wish them good health and a safe life.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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