That year, I will never forget; That day will always be remembered by me.

On January 7, 2015, the seventeenth day of the lunar calendar, there are still thirteen days left before the Spring Festival.

It's so soon, it's going to be the New Year again.

To tell the truth, the Chinese New Year is nothing special for me, and I have long passed the age of being happy when I get the New Year's money and eat toffee.

Going home to reunite with my parents is the happiest thing for me every year, because my mother will cook me a lot of delicious food and will nag over and over again.

It was the weekend, and it was also the day when I was going home, and my mother called early in the morning: "Na, when will you come back, your father and I can't think about what you think." ”

"Got it, Mom, won't I be back soon? Why are you more anxious than me? ”

Hanging up the phone, I laughed heartlessly.

I was the only child in the family, my mother gave birth to me when she was thirty, and from the moment I was born, she loved me with her whole life.

However, when I got off the plane, I was surprised to see my parents at the airport. Every time I go home, my parents will go to the airport to pick me up, even if my father can't come, my mother will definitely come, and the thunder can't move.

In an uneasy and anxious wait, the phone finally rang. The moment the bell rang, I shivered inexplicably.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"Na, don't go home, go directly to the emergency department of the city hospital, your mother is her, she is not feeling well."

Dad's tone sounded the same as usual, but I still sensed a bad sign.

Mom, nothing will happen, right? I didn't have time to think about it, so I went straight to the hospital.

When I rushed to the ward, it was already full of relatives and friends, and the moment I saw my mother, I was stupid.

She was lying motionless, with an oxygen tube in her nose, and a monitor at one end of the oxygen tube, which was "clicking" and ringing.

The monitor is only used by critically ill patients, but it is closely connected to my mother's body, and this picture makes my heart tremble.

Walked to Mom's bed in a panic, put his mouth to her ear, and called anxiously: "Mom, Mom......"

No matter how much I called my mother, I didn't respond, and I didn't even move my eyelids, and just as I was about to continue calling, the doctor standing next to me spoke.

"Don't shout, the patient suddenly had a cerebral hemorrhage of 88 milliliters, and her pupils had become dilated when the ambulance arrived, and we had to operate on her immediately."

"Cerebral hemorrhage?!"

When I heard the reason why my mother fainted, I almost sat on the ground, but fortunately, the nurse next to me helped me in time.

"Who are the patient's family? Come and sign. ”

A young doctor hurriedly walked over, and when I heard this, I was stunned, and then walked into the doctor's office.

The moment my mother was pushed into the operating room, I couldn't hold back anymore and cried loudly, "Mom, you must hold on." ”

Two hours later, the door to the operating room finally opened, and my heart almost jumped out.

At this moment, I'm really afraid that the doctor will say the phrase that often appears in film and television dramas: "We have done our best!" ”

I was so anxious that I was sweating profusely but didn't dare to speak, the doctor saw my thoughts, thought for a moment and said, "Although the operation is done, the situation is not very optimistic, you have to be mentally prepared." ”

As soon as the last sentence was finished, the sound of "Bang Dang, Bang Dang" sounded, and Mom was pushed out. At this moment, when I saw my mother lying on the hospital bed, I cried uncontrollably.

Mom's hair was shaved, her head was wrapped in circles of gauze, tubes of varying lengths were inserted all over her body, and a ventilator was placed next to her.

In the intensive care unit, I looked at my mother, who was still in a coma, and I just felt like a world away. Mom kept her promise, she said that she would live to be 100 years old and healthy, and that she would travel the world with me.

But why did she suddenly have a cerebral hemorrhage? I don't believe it, I don't believe it!

"Mom, you can't lie to me, you haven't fulfilled what you promised me."

Sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, I carefully stroked my mother's fingers holding the detector, and the words of the doctor to me repeatedly rang in my ears, and I only felt a pain that penetrated into the bone marrow.

How could she bear to lie to me? I'm going to talk to her, even if she doesn't talk.

"Mom, I know you're kidding me, you're going to be discharged from the hospital soon, aren't you? Why don't you keep silent, if you don't keep silent, it's the default. ”

At this point, tears had wet the ground beneath his feet.

Looking at my mother who relies on a ventilator to breathe on the hospital bed, my heart hurts so much, I know that my mother wants to talk to me, but she is too tired to open her eyes or open her mouth, it doesn't matter, let me say it if you can't open your mouth.

This opening is two full days and two nights. What is the concept of two days and two nights? That's 48 hours, and I kept talking for 48 hours. It was at that time that I finally understood what it meant to be open-mouthed.

Because I just said that the skin of the mouth is broken, no, not only the skin of the mouth is rotten, but also the lips. My lips were covered with shocking blood, and the blood was running down the corners of my mouth.

The nurses couldn't stop crying when they saw my lips rotten like this, and they brought me a potion to apply medicine to my scarred lips. I was worried that the potion would make me unbearable after it came into contact with the injury, so they specifically told me to endure it.

However, I was very quiet during the application process, sitting like a wooden man, without saying a word. My calm and normal behavior surprised the nurse, who almost thought that the potion in her hand had expired.

But my heart is like a mirror, the potion has not expired, but the great grief makes me feel no pain.

At 2:30 p.m. on January 7, 2017, the doctor officially announced that my mother had passed away, and the moment I heard the news, I fainted to the ground.

Two days later, I went to the cemetery with my mother's ashes. As I was leaving, I spoke my heart.

"If there is a next life, you must not be too far away from me, you have to believe that we will meet again, I love you!"

It's been four years since my mother left me, and I've developed a habit since then. No matter where I am or how busy I am, as long as the Spring Festival is approaching, I will definitely rush home to accompany my father.

I know that my father lacks nothing but one. This "missing" is hidden in the advice he sent me.

"Daughter, go home if you're fine, and ...... dad"