Come home with all the wonders of the day.

A rare thing in the family came into view, my father was cooking!

It was the first time I had seen my father cook in more than 10 years since I stepped into the world.

Before I could speak, my father opened his chatterbox: "Let's eat boiled noodles today." While cooking, he said to me: "Your mother was introduced by a distant relative, who went to the village construction site to cook for the workers and earn some money, which is quite far away, and it is estimated that it will take more than two months to come back." ”

"When did you leave? Why didn't I know? I was still there when I went to school in the morning, why did I leave all of a sudden?" a wave of anger suddenly rushed over my heart, and I asked with the anger in my heart.

"I just introduced it in the afternoon, saying that there is a lack of a cook on the construction site, so I can go quickly. I asked your mother to hurry up and leave, and your mother immediately decided to set off immediately, but also with the idea of going late for fear of being topped by others. Father paused, as if the next words were a little ridiculous, "Your mother asked me to explain and comfort you." The words were full of ridicule.

"Oh. ”

He promised on his lips, but there was a stomach full of complaints in his heart that were about to come out, "Why don't you go to earn money? Why don't you let my mother go? Looking at your posture, it's hard to stay at home and cook for me? Cooking and washing dishes should be a woman's business, and earning money is what a man should do, right?"

These words can only be thought about in my heart, and in the end, I was forced by the hegemonic dominance of the hero at home for a long time, and I never said it.

Of course, I didn't have the desire to talk anymore, and I only had an indescribable sense of loss and discomfort in my heart.

It was the first time a child felt away from his mother's side – helpless and helpless, and a little overwhelmed.

I really can't put into words the great sentiment contained in it, but I can completely guess that my mother's mood when she left home at that time must have been worse than I thought.

The hero forced her to go out to support her family, and she couldn't help herself;

Life forced her to make ends meet, and she was completely forced to make ends meet.

As it turned out, the details of the story were pretty much the same as I had guessed.

I understood that my mother had no hesitation in providing for me to go to school and to support the family. Similarly, it is also the choice of a strong woman, a choice of motherhood.

But if she had a little bit to rely on, she would never leave her homeland and leave her family and children - I have always believed that.

That night, I lay down on the big kang and curled up in the corner.

I didn't dare to look behind me, hoping that my mother would be by my side, watching me behind me and accompanying me.

I am afraid that the moment I turn around, the glimmer of hope in my heart will drift away with the wind in reality......

I have to say that the children are very adaptable, and so am I.

No matter what, you have to go on, don't you?