About five years ago, my husband and I didn't have our own house, and we had been renting a 50-square-meter staircase room on the eighth floor. Since I got pregnant, my mom came all the way from her hometown to take care of me. In my hometown, my dad did all the grocery shopping and cooking, and my mom was only responsible for hygiene, and the rest of the time, she would just go and play on her own. After my mom came here, I hardly ever had to worry about household chores such as grocery shopping, cooking, laundry and mopping the floor, in addition to going to work. Every day before I went out to work, my mom would prepare a good cereal syrup for me; when I came home from work, my mom had already prepared a table of delicious meals and soups. She used to say that I had to eat and drink well during my pregnancy in order to have the strength to give birth to my child. Regardless of whether my mom was right or wrong, I often felt cared for by her, and the panic of a new pregnant mother hardly ever bothered me. I'm not sure if I've ever seen a woman with a bad knee, but I'm sure I've never seen a woman with a bad knee. new house and had a home of our own. Near home there are parks, creeks, greenways, and neighborhood fitness equipment ...... Mom is a sports-loving person, every morning and evening sports or walks unceasingly, and occasionally go to the square dance. Because of sports, mom knows a lot of neighborhood amazons, often about to talk and laugh together, together to buy cheap clothes or meat and vegetables. Mom said, her daily schedule is full, three meals a day kitchen work, go to the market to buy food, home hygiene, go to the park to walk the baby ...... so busy that there is almost nothing to spare. I thought, with their own and Mr. income gradually stabilized and improved, mom can enjoy a peaceful old age, tired can call a takeaway, please a bellhop, to reduce their physical burden. But mom is a good labor, more can not afford to do things I can do to let me spend money to hire someone else to do, how to persuade can not change her ideas and practices, then had to let her. Mom would often tell me where the new farmer's market was, where there were specials, where the meat and vegetables were good, and then wait until the weekend, when she and I would pull the shopping trailer together to buy. Sometimes buy too much, the trailer can not be loaded, to additional hand-held, she always insisted on their own carry heavy, let me carry light, mouth has been repeatedly recited can not let my right leg osteoarthritis again.
However, just as I was immersed in the warmth of mother's love, I thought I could be with my mother for a long time, my mother had a cerebral hemorrhage without warning, left hemiplegia, in the hospital for 15 days, and ultimately still could not escape the black hand of the devil, and left me forever. The moment the doctor notified me of her death, my mind went blank, my tears flowed like a floodgate, and my whole body fell to the ground in a paralyzed state, bawling in disbelief! After a long period of time, every late at night, my mother's face will always be repeatedly reflected in my mind, sometimes she was sleeping peacefully, sometimes she fiercely shouted at me, "Mom is dead, you have to live well!" Struggling to wake up, found that the pillowcase has been soaked with tears; every time you walk through the road with mom, her figure will always appear in front of my eyes, I rushed, she walked in a hurry, how could not catch up; every time I go home from work, I always think that my mother will be waiting for me at home, go back to see her face and smile, and then finally found that the person is no longer in the ......
-- "Mom, wait for me!" A four year old or so . Little girl, shoulder-length, a little fleshy face, running while milky voice shouting at the adult walking in front, pulling me back from memories to reality. Along the spring colorful riverside walking slowly, a flower, a tree, a grass, a stone, a chair seem to have traces of mother, the past scene by scene reappeared, like yesterday, drop by drop through the heart to leave traces. A gust of wind blew by, the falling Ying colorful, my ears vaguely ringing mother said, "Hello, mother will be happy," the teardrops can not help but slide down again. My mom's kindness to me is something I can't repay in one lifetime, but now I have no chance to do more for her, to do better for her. In my next life, I pray to God to let me and my mom be mother and daughter again, so that I can be the mother and she can be the daughter, and I can give her all my love and all the best things I can get. Lifting my head, the sunlight passes through a tree of zinnias, like a pair of gentle hands caressing me. Mom, may you be well in heaven, I will live on.