When they received a letter from their mother, their hearts began to come alive. They were planning what kind of gifts to prepare for their long-lost family and how many words to tell together.
But I really met, but I don't know where to start. I am ashamed, embarrassed and relatively speechless, but I am happy and sad in my heart.
When the emotions in my heart pass, I simply ask Hou, but I dare not mention separation. Some people say that this is a kind of alienation, and it is time to dilute the feelings I once had.
But only married women will understand that this is a kind of pressing the deepest feelings to the bottom of my heart. When they got married, they left their loving parents and sisters who grew up together and went to a strange home.
Before I get used to it, I may have my own children, take care of them and take care of that strange family.
Only mothers and sisters can understand their own pain, because they have the same experience, but the single life makes them forget how to express it.
Even though there are thousands of thoughts and memories in my heart, I can't say it all the time. Maybe two pairs of rough hands can tell how life is going from those holding hands and one eye. There is no need to ask or say.
The gifts for my sisters are all in the box, so I won't take them out as soon as I meet them. Instead, I will spare a day or two to find a place in the dead of night, take them out of the box and put them in front of my sister or younger sister.
I just said implicitly: take this twisted cloth quilt cover back!
It doesn't look like a gift at all. I wouldn't say it's my best thing. I won't say how much thought I put into preparing this gift and how much I miss it. This is just a simple sentence. Hand it over and it's over.