These past few years, I have always been in pain, looking at my mother with tears in my eyes. Every night when I sleep, I dream about the days when I was a child in the countryside, hearing the roosters crowing in the morning and frogs croaking late at night. Having lived in the city for many years, life was so busy, I had forgotten those loving memories.
As the only child in the family, growing up knowing only my mother, I remember her gratitude for raising me. My mother always gave me peace of mind and never felt like I was lacking my father’s love. I love my mother so much, so I always just hope to have a stable job and make a lot of money so that she will have less hardship.
But I disappointed my mother by having an unhappy marriage. When I got married, my mother was so happy, but now she cries even more. My mother loves me because it’s hard for me to be a single mother, just like my mother in the past. I’m still afraid that people will say, “If I’m like that, you’re no better than me.”
When I got divorced, I had no money and nothing in hand. My daughter and I went out to rent a house. Seeing her daughter and grandchild in a cramped rented room, her mother shed tears.
Then, after nights of gray-haired thinking, my mother decided to sell the house in the countryside so I could buy a small apartment in the city. It is mother’s only property. Money is lacking, I have to borrow more to buy enough.
My mother still said: “My life is already miserable, I don’t want my children’s life or my grandchildren’s life to suffer again. Selling the house, I come to live with you, so your mother and grandmother can be together.” I didn’t agree, but my mother decided to do it. We really have each other, together, happy. The life of a single mother is sometimes sad, but with my mother by my side, I feel happy.
However, since the day the house was sold, my mother has been sad. Living with my daughter in the city, my mother is not familiar with me. There are many things my mother doesn’t like, but she still has to endure them for my sake. There were times when I wanted to go back to my hometown and stay the night, but my mother choked, “I don’t know whose house to sleep at.” Staying at a relative’s house is fine, but after all, it’s not your home.
Every holiday and New Year, my mother is excited to go home to see relatives and relatives. Thinking about the scene where people have a hometown, a home to return to, and now I’m no longer there, my mother hides her tears from me. As a daughter, I understand and love my mother very much.
One time I suddenly asked my mother: “How many days off, go home and play, Mom!”. Mom choked out a laugh: “It’s all sold out, why do I still have my hometown, why do I still have a home to go back to?”.
My mother’s eyes hid sadness, not daring to look at me. Suddenly I also stopped. Yes, the hometown is still there but the house is not. Now, if you want to go back, you can just leave in a flash, and you can’t stay for a few days like before.
Last week, my mother and I returned home and passed the old house. That place has a new owner, and it looks a lot different. I told myself, I have to try really hard, make a lot of money and I will definitely buy back the house in the countryside for my mother. If you can’t buy the old house, you have to buy a house near that place, so your mother can find her old memories.
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Receiving the call from my hometown, I absent-mindedly missed my grandmother and regretted the days when I was busy making money
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Her 3 daughters got married far away, and her mother raised chickens just hoping her grandchildren would come home for the holidays
Just early, my mother called to ask if I would go to my grandmother’s hometown this holiday. Before I could answer, I saw my mother sobbing, her voice choked, and the child’s tears continued to fall.
The 103-year-old woman traveled 300km to her hometown to commemorate her mother’s death and her words were filled with sadness
Even though she was 103 years old, Pham Thi Diu still tried to travel nearly 300km with her children and grandchildren from Nghe An to her hometown of Hung Yen to celebrate her mother’s death anniversary. The old lady’s confessions at her mother’s grave touched many people.
