Editor's note: We talk about the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are always tense, the author's relationship with her mother-in-law does not seem to be as terrible as imagined, let's take a look at their stories!
My mother-in-law is again urging me to return early, she is often like this, is not the first time. The reason is very simple, she is obsessed with square dancing, every day urging me to return home early to see the children, she can go out to twist a few. But there are always unavoidable socializing at work, so I often let her down, and this time is no exception.
At 10:30 pm, I returned home. As soon as I opened the door to a room of silence and dimness? The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was so excited. At this time late I suddenly have a sense of guilt, can only twist feet and hands into the house, afraid to wake up the sleeping people. I came to the dining room ready to turn off the lights, eyes unintentionally glanced but instantly let my whole body's blood like an instant condensation no longer flow, a table of dishes into the eyes: sweet and sour pork, braised fish, small fried tofu? And two days ago, I accidentally mentioned that I wanted to drink the pork belly and lotus seed soup, I did not think that my mother-in-law had written down. My feet feel like an iron block is tied to my feet, I dragged my feet to the table, gently pull out the chair, slowly sit down, quietly looking at the table dishes.
It is very common, not a gourmet meal or delicacies, but at this time it is as exquisite as a work of art as bright, so that people can not bear to destroy its beauty. Looking at it, it seems to appear in front of my mother-in-law like a gyroscope in the small kitchen when the scene: her left hand upside down the pot, her right hand holding the shovel in the pot kept rolling, the boiling heat rose, smoke blinded, she squinted, beads of sweat from her forehead slipped as naughty children naughty drilled into her eyes, her collar, and could not wait to wipe off the hands of the water in the saucepan and boiled, she was She hurried to turn off the fire with little steps? Thinking about it, I grabbed a piece of chicken directly with my hand and put it in my mouth, and when I bit into it, it was cold. The other hand touched the vegetable plate, one touch, cold. Is my mother-in-law's heart in the same place tonight? At this time this table of food is to appear so piercing, piercing my eyes, feel a liquid in the inside of the swirling, I secretly think in my heart: tomorrow, must be early to go home.
But the next day, the unit has something urgent to deal with, must work overtime. I did not give my mother-in-law a phone call, afraid to hear her voice of disappointment, intending to go back and explain. That day, I arrived home late, my mother-in-law actually did not sleep, sitting on the sofa with her head down, I do not know what to think. She didn't look up even when she knew I was coming home, and she didn't respond when I called her. The first thing I did was to ask her to give me an explanation of what she was doing, and then she got up and went back to her room, leaving me with a lonely back.
The next few days, my mother-in-law and I were in a state of cold war, because of the mood of depression, these days I also deliberately late home. This is not the case, the evening colleagues went to sing, I also followed along.
Inside the box, neon lights flashing, drink, everyone is in the release of pressure, will not sing the singing of the microphone to pick up the roar of a few voices, I sat quietly watching them. A colleague wanted to hand me the microphone, I politely declined, at the moment not really in the mood to sing. Staring at the microphone in her hand, I remembered that my mother-in-law also liked to sing, and once she said to me in her poor Mandarin: "Ali, Ali, let's go and buy a microphone to sing". At that time, I heard her Mandarin I laughed out loud, she also followed me to laugh happily.
Now think about it, we are together in these years laughter or more than friction, shopping together, narcissism, with children, two people with girlfriends like. Life each other also harvested a lot of touching, she said I brought her a lot of the first time, the first birthday, received gifts, physical examination, etc. She also gave me a motherly care. She also gave me motherly care, she remembers all my preferences, often change the way to cook for me; during the month personally help me wipe the body, once Mr. is not at home, I had a fever in the middle of the night, the whole body is weak, sore and hot, the early hours of the morning, she cloaked in the clothes downstairs to buy medicine for me, in the clinic downstairs knocking for a long time (the next day was also next door to the owner of the complaint to the property office), and hard to the doctor dragged from the sleep up.
When I think of this, my nose is a little sour, yes, we all have unforgettable touching each other, why not let this touching continue to continue? The Buddha said, all the destiny of this world is the practice of the previous life, and how many times we have practiced in exchange for this life's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship. Thinking of this, I picked up my cell phone and sent a message to my mother-in-law: Mom, I'm sorry! I will pay attention in the future, please forgive me.
After a while, ? Drops the phone came the sound of the message alert, I hastily picked up, clicked on, a paragraph of text on the screen flashed with a different light: A Li, in fact, Mom let you return early not because you want you to watch the children I can go to the dance, but you have a bad stomach, outside the food is not safe, you have to eat less, come back early what you want to eat I will cook for you. In addition, Ah Di (mother-in-law's nickname for Mr.) and busy, come back late, mom just hope you can come home early to eat with mom, eat alone, mom is afraid, no fun. Tick-tock tears dripping down, hit the cell phone screen, I quickly dialed a string of numbers, the phone was quickly connected.
? Hello.?
? Mom-?
? Hey
? Tonight, I, come home? For dinner!? I choked out.
? Good, good, good! Mom these days have given you stewed your favorite lotus seed soup, mom afraid of cold, are put in the soup pot boiling it.?
Listening to my mother-in-law's words my hands were trembling, at this time, the ears came from the colleagues singing, coincidentally singing Panglong's song "home for dinner", the melodious singing echoed in the night?
Going home for dinner
No matter how far you are from home
?
This is the sincere call of your mother
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When I heard this, tears came to my eyes and fell like rain.
Author|Yang Li
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