They were forever disdainful of her labor. Showing this in their actions, they always say impatiently, Mom you are so annoying! What a nagging mom!
That weekend, mom left a note and went away. The note said that Grandpa was sick and needed her to take care of him. So, for maybe three days, maybe a week, she wouldn't be home and wanted both babies to take care of themselves.
On the first day, the two siblings played around as much as they wanted, turning the room upside down. That's right, nothing to worry about, free to watch TV and play games, and no one to tell them to go out and play.
Until the stinky socks crawled over the windowsill, the washing machine was stuffed wide open with dirty clothes, the used cutlery was discolored from soaking in the sink, and the bedsheets no longer gave them warm, white hugs. The boy became fearful, and the girl's little face was full of frustration.
That's when they remembered their mom. The nagging mom suddenly became a great mom. They had never realized that their mom was so important, and they missed her so much.
Later, when their mom gave them the same care as before, they no longer complained, but would say a few words, "Thank you mom." The answer is as simple as this, love someone for a long time, and he will gradually forget that it is love, and will feel, instead, that it is deserved.
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Hair in the lunchbox
In those poor days, many students often couldn't afford to bring a decent lunchbox to school, and that was the case for the student next door to me. While his meals were always blackened edamame, mine often consisted of ham and poached eggs, which was a far cry from what I was used to.
And this one, he would always pick his hair out of his lunchbox before eating it as if nothing had happened. This uncomfortable discovery continued.
"It's obvious how sloppy his mom is to have hair in her lunch every day. The classmates privately discussed. In order to take care of the self-esteem of the students and not to show it, they always felt dirty, so their impression of the students began to drop. One day, after school was over, he called out to me, "If there's nothing else to do, why don't you come over to my house and play? Although I didn't want to, it was the first time since I was in the same class that he invited me to his home, so I was too embarrassed to turn him down.
With my friend, I went to a poor village located in the steepest terrain of Seoul.
"Mom, I brought my friend." After hearing the excited voice of his classmate, the door of the room opened. His aged mother appeared in the doorway.
"My son's friend is here, let me see." But his mother, who had stepped out of the room, only touched the beam outside the door. It turned out that she was blind in both eyes.
I felt a pang of sadness in my nose and couldn't say a word. Although my classmate's bento dish was made of edamame every day, it was packed by my mother, who was blind, and it was not just a lunch, but also my mother's love, even the hair that was mixed in it was also my mother's love.
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He was a single father raising a seven-year-old boy on his own. Whenever his child comes back from playing with friends and getting hurt, he feels the lack of his deceased wife's legacy especially y, and his heart can't help but send out a mournful whimper. This happened on the day he left his child behind on a business trip. Because he had to catch a train, he didn't have time to eat breakfast with his child, so he left the house in a hurry. Along the way, he worried about whether the child had eaten and whether he would cry. Even when he arrived at the place of business trip, he called home from time to time. But the child always told him not to worry. However, because of the anxiety in my heart, I hastily finished my business and set off for home. He was relieved when his child was already asleep when he got home. The fatigue of the journey had left him weak all over. When he was about to go to bed, he was suddenly surprised: under the quilt, there was a bowl of spilled noodles!
"That boy!" He was so angry that he hit his sleeping son's buttocks hard.
"Why are you so misbehaving and making dad angry? You've been so naughty, getting the quilt? Who are you going to wash it for?" It was the first time he had physically punished a child since his wife passed away.
"I didn't ......" The child huffed and puffed in defense, "I haven't been naughty, this ...... This is for Daddy's dinner."
It turned out that the child had made two bowls of instant noodles, one for himself and the other for his father, to coincide with his father's return home. But because he was afraid that his bowl of noodles would get cold, he put it under a quilt to keep it warm.
Daddy listened and hugged his child tightly without saying a word. He looked at the remaining half of the bowl of noodles that had soaked up, "Ah ! This is the world's most... This is the most delicious instant noodles in the world!
Children, even young ones,
have their dignity,
If parents realize they have wronged their children,
be brave and say,
"I'm sorry! .
When I knew my father but didn't understand him, a foreign professor told me a story, a story about my father.
A long, long time ago, on a ship crossing the ocean, a father took his 6-year-old son to join his wife in America. One day, while the man was in his cabin peeling an apple for his son with a fruit knife, the ship suddenly rocked violently and the knife plunged into the man's chest as he fell.
The man slowly got up and wiped the blood from the blade with his thumb when his son wasn't looking.
For the next three days, the man took care of his son as he always did, taking him to see the blue sea and the sea breeze. It was as if everything was business as usual, but the son could not yet notice that each minute his father was weaker than the last, and that his gaze toward the horizon was so sad.
The night before his arrival, the man came next to his son and said to him, "When you see your mother tomorrow, tell her I love her." After saying this, he leaves a deep kiss on his son's forehead.
The ship arrived in the United States, and the son recognized his mother in the crowd and shouted, "Mama! Mom!" Just then, the man had collapsed on his back, blood spurting from his chest like a well.
The results of the autopsy stunned everyone: the knife had been plunged into his heart with uncanny precision, and he had lived for three more days without anyone noticing. The only possible explanation was that the incision was so small that the cut heart stuck together as it was and maintained its blood supply for three days.
This is a rare medical miracle. At the medical conference, there was talk of calling it the Miracle of the Atlantic, with some suggesting it should be named after the dead man.
An elderly gentleman sitting in the chief said, word for word, "The name of this miracle is Father."