Love is like silk thread, translated by Zhang Bao

Sometimes, I genuinely doubt that my parents love each other. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThey were busy all day earning money to support my brother and me in school. They've never had the kind of heartfelt outpouring that I see in books and on TV. Maybe they feel that "I love you" is too extravagant to say. Not to mention giving flowers on Valentine's Day. My father's temper became very bad. When he comes home after a tiring day, he loses his temper at every turn.

One day, my mother was sewing a quilt. I sat quietly next to her and watched her. After a while, I said, "Mom, I want to ask you a question." ”

The mother continued to sew the quilt as she replied, "What's the problem?"

I asked softly, "Is there any love between you and my dad?"

Mom stopped what she was doing, looked up, and looked at me in amazement. But instead of answering my question right away, she lowered her head again and continued to sew the quilt.

I was worried that my words would hurt her, so I felt very embarrassed and didn't know what to do, but then I heard my mother say that to me.

"Susan," she said thoughtfully, "look at the threads, sometimes it is visible, but more often it is hidden in the covers. These threads make the quilt strong and durable. If life is like a quilt, then love is the money in it. You can't see those threads everywhere, but they are there. Love is that inner thing. ”

I listened, but I didn't understand what it meant. It wasn't until the spring of the following year that Dad suddenly became seriously ill. His mother stayed with him in the hospital for a month. When they came home from the hospital, their faces were very pale. It was as if both of them had a serious illness.

After he was discharged from the hospital, his mother would take his father for a walk on the country road every morning and evening. My father had never been so gentle. They are like a harmonious couple. On the country roads, there are beautiful wildflowers, lush greenery and patches of woods. The sun shines through the leaves and gently on the grass. It's like the most beautiful picture in the world.

The doctor said that my father would recover in two months, but after two months, he was still unable to walk on his own, and we were all very worried about him.

One day, I said to him, "Daddy, how are you feeling now?"

"Susan, don't worry about me, I'll be honest, I like to walk with your mother." I love this life. "I could tell in his eyes how much he loved his mother.

In the past, I always thought that love meant flowers, gifts, and sweet kisses. But after this experience, I realized that love is like a thread in the quilt of life. It is hidden in life, making life firm and warm.