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Illiterate, not rich, not powerful, but that mother still makes many people respect

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Ten years after my father passed away, my mother finally agreed to move to the city to live with me, her youngest daughter. My mother was 70 years old at that time, and I was 40. As time passed, my mother’s hair turned gray, and her back was stooped, making her 1.5m height now shrink by a few centimeters. Mom looks thinner than before, but her face is still fresh and elegant.

My wife and I borrowed a car to pick up my mother at the old house, which contains many memories. Among the carry-on luggage, there were 2 loads of flour that the mother personally brought to grind. The trunk of the car is too small and a lot of things have to be carried, so I decided to leave it, but my mother insisted that those 2 loads have to be taken away.

Looking at my mother’s determination, I froze for a moment and then seemed to understand something. I pretended to ask my husband to come back home to get something I forgot and then reached out and touched the flour. Below the load is a small lump which, if I am not mistaken, is the amount of money my mother wanted for me and my wife.

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Putting money on food is the way my mother has been doing it for many years. Recalling the days more than ten years ago, when I was just married and rented in a small house in the city, it was really the hardest time of my life.

Back then, what I wanted most was not a house or a job with a future, but a decent wardrobe. That winter, my mother sent up half a load of millet. When my husband poured the millet into the bin, he found 500 yuan hidden in it along with a piece of paper with the handwritten words: “Let my daughter buy a wardrobe”.

When I got married, my mother’s dowry gave me money to buy a wardrobe. After that, my mother knew that I had used the money to pay for my family’s life, so she silently sent the money. That night, I held a thick stack of 10 yuan in my hand and cried.

After going to the city, I took the money from the flour load and gave it to my mother. Mom refused to take it back and said that it was money for her grandson to buy a car. He once said he wanted to buy a car, but my wife and I disagreed because it was too expensive. Yet, my mother is willing to spend all 2,000 yuan of annual crops on her hometown for her grandchildren.

In my memory, my mother has always been a kind woman, wholeheartedly devoted to everyone around, ready to help others when possible. Sometimes, I don’t understand how a thin country woman can be so strong and energetic. Staying with us, every morning she wakes up early to cook, sometimes porridge, sometimes dumplings… change meals continuously. In the afternoon, after work, we no longer have to go to the market on our knees because all the housework is taken care of by our mother. The pots of vegetables that my mother planted every day are now green on the balcony. Having a stay-at-home mom is truly a comforting and wonderful feeling beyond words.

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One day, I told my husband to meet friends over the weekend for a meal. My husband is a university student in this city, so he has many friends, he has been busy for a long time, so he has not had the opportunity to meet. Mom knew that, so she said invite your friends over to the restaurant. I said that now, everyone goes out to meet each other to be neat and convenient, but my mother said that the store is both expensive and doesn’t know how to clean, so come home to be close.

That weekend, my mother was busy in the kitchen preparing the dishes. As each dish was brought out, I saw that my husband’s successful friends couldn’t take their eyes off. One reached for a delicious vegetable dumpling, saying that it had been a long time since she had eaten such a cake made by her mother. My mother immediately brought the whole plate of cakes to him, telling him, “Eat a lot! Next time you come, I’ll do it for you.” The man nodded, his eyes suddenly red. His mother passed away many years ago, and he has not returned to his hometown for a long time.

That night, people did not drink as much as usual, but shared more, not about business or business, but about their family and hometown. It’s been a long time since we felt such an intimate atmosphere. Mom said that the best thing in this world is the love between people.

Three months after my mother moved to the city to live with us, the woman who lived across the street knocked on the door with a basket of ripe red fruits. The woman was a little embarrassed, I was also surprised because the two sides had a conflict about electricity. Because we don’t know much about each other, our feelings are getting colder and colder, we are neighbors, but we haven’t contacted each other for more than 3 years. Even the hallway area in front of the house is separated for cleaning.

“I have a little gift from my hometown to send to you and your children. The cake the other day, my kids loved it.”

I immediately understood the problem. Maybe she didn’t know that there was some conflict between our families, so she made a new cake, but even if she knew, she would still do the same. Mother always taught us “sell brothers far away to buy close neighbors”, “neighbors are dark and turn off the lights for each other”. She came knocking on the door of each house, giving some home-grown vegetables and some typical dishes of her hometown. Although the items are not expensive or much, they make everyone’s heart warm because the feelings cannot be bought with money contained in them. We gradually became closer to everyone, going back and forth with the opposite family like family.

Once, when she learned that a child of my husband’s colleague had blood cancer, my mother asked us to send him some money. Because we are not very close colleagues, we only wanted to ask for a small amount of money, but my mother firmly disagreed, saying that anyone can have difficulties and that money is very necessary for that family at this time. Sick children are a very painful thing, must help when possible.

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Half a year after my mother moved in, my husband was promoted. In the voting session, he was supported by everyone with the number of votes far exceeding the remaining candidate. My husband was very happy and did not forget to say thank you to his mother. He said that the credit this time was all his mother’s, the gifts were all thanks to her mother. We have also noticed that our personal relationships have recently improved, are more sincere and warm.

A mother who is illiterate but has taught us many valuable lessons that perhaps no money can buy. She always taught us, if children are willing to be nice to others, they will also be willing to be kind to them. To her, this is the simplest and most honest statement of a country woman; To us, that is certainly a profound truth.

My mother was diagnosed with lung cancer in our third year of living with us. After getting the results, a friend who is a doctor sincerely told me, if for her sake, I shouldn’t have surgery, just follow fate and live the remaining days meaningfully. I know that’s what the doctor doesn’t want to say but it’s the truth.

After discussing with my husband, I decided to bring my mother home. My husband didn’t want to hide it, so he told my mother the truth. She calmly listened to us, nodded and agreed with the decision. Then he said he wanted to go home.

In the last days of my mother’s life, I was the one who was always on duty. Medicines can only relieve the pain, cannot fight the ravages of the monstrous cancer. Mother lost weight quickly, gradually unable to stand on her own two feet. Whenever the weather is nice, I take my mother to sit on a chair outside in the summer and then we talk together. Mother gradually couldn’t eat anymore, she vomited again when she ate, but there was no pain.

That day, my mother told me that my father missed me very much. I was afraid to hold my mother’s hand, I wanted to hold it firmly but I didn’t dare, I could only gently.

“Daughter! This time you have to be ready.”

Mom smiled gently, gently withdrew her hand and patted me. I can’t say my heart hurts like it’s broken into a hundred pieces.

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The day my mother left, the funeral was very crowded. Everyone crowded the village road, besides our relatives, there were also our neighbors, friends and colleagues from the city. Old people have, young people have, it’s not a common sight in the countryside. The procession slowly left the village, faintly asking each other if it was the funeral of the official, or else the children must be very successful…

In her life, she gave birth to 1 son and 3 daughters, all of whom were just ordinary salarymen, neither officials nor businessmen. The mother herself was even more ordinary, never seen the big world out there, couldn’t read a book and never went to class. Mother only has a heart full of love, always living with the thought that giving is forever.

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