Are you my sister? I've always wanted to ask. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On that day, I was alone by my father's bedside, and my father, who had never left the bed for a long time and had never been awake, actually called out my name clearly, and sat up on the bed by himself.

'Maybe it's back to the light! I looked at my father's old face with great heartache, and knew very well that he could not have any hope of life, and the doctor I had seen a few days ago had clearly pronounced a 'death sentence' for him.

Tears slipped quietly from my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away with the back of my hand, afraid that my father would be sad to see it.

But my father didn't look at me, he lowered his head and whispered in a voice that I was all too familiar with, "It's time for lunch..."

Then I remembered that it was already past lunchtime, but the rest of the family was not there, and I was a 16-year-old junior high school student who couldn't cook.

But I didn't want to disappoint my father, so I stubbornly said, "There are eggs at home, and some cold rice, why don't I make egg fried rice." ”

"Will you do it?"

"A few days ago, my aunt also made egg fried rice when they were there, and I watched them make it on the sidelines, and I have learned it."

“… Well, be careful not to burn your hands..."

"yes, I see."

The first time I cooked for my father, even though it was in such a sad and sad situation, I still had a little excitement in my heart.

I hurriedly took the eggs from the refrigerator, for fear that two eggs would not be enough, so I took four more.

However, the imagination was beautiful, but the process was really miserable, and after half an hour, I looked at the black and slimy thing in the pot in front of me and wanted to cry without tears.

Perhaps impatiently waiting, my father actually walked out of the room.

Ever since he fell ill, my father had become emaciated, and I could only describe the feeling of being ashamed as I watched him move his two legs like matchsticks and tremble towards me.

With his head down, he stood silently at the kitchen door, tears falling down his eyes.

My father didn't mean to blame me, he walked up to me, reached out and touched the top of my head, and just said, "I'll do it." ”

Then, my father skillfully cooked and chopped vegetables in the kitchen just like he used to do when he was in good health, and I stood at the door and watched him, as if I had returned to my childhood.

I wish my father was getting better. I thought.

I don't know why, but I suddenly wanted to talk to my father, even if it was just more. I was afraid that he would suddenly not be able to say anything again, as he had done the other day.

"Dad, is my mom really dying early?"

“……”

“… I really want to know, don't all dead people have pictures at home? The kind of black-and-white photograph with a black frame. But I never found it at home, and I didn't even have a normal photo of my mother at home, why? ”

“…… Your mother...... In fact...... And not dead. After holding it for a long time, my father finally spoke.

"And where is she?" I asked eagerly.

“…… I don't know, I didn't want to tell you, I'm afraid you'll be sad, your mother was lost a long time ago, she has been suffering from depression, sometimes good and sometimes bad, you were still young at the time, I had to go out to earn money to support your mother and son, and I didn't have extra money to hire a nanny, so I had to lock your mother at home every day. ”

Speaking of this, tears faintly shone in my father's dry eyes.

But he continued to say to me: "Once, I forgot to lock the door because I was in a hurry to go to work, I thought that your mother was normal that day and nothing happened, but when I returned home at noon, your mother was gone, and I searched the community that afternoon and did not find your mother." ”

"Usually when I take her out for a walk, I never go out of the community. In the past, your mother has also been lost a few times, and she was found in the community. ”

"But that time, I searched every corner of the neighborhood and couldn't find it. Later, I couldn't find it and called the police, but the police have not heard from me. ”

"And then? What happened to my mom? ”

I stared intently at my father, anxious to see what was going to happen, but I was even more afraid that he would suddenly collapse without support.

“……”

There was silence for a long, long time, and my father stopped stir-frying, and stood there as if to think about what to say to me.

Finally, he spoke again, but instead of answering my question directly, he told an even more astonishing secret.

"You...... In fact, there is a sister who was abducted when she was very young and has never been found, and your mother thought about finding your sister when she was sober......"

Speaking of this, it seemed to touch the pain of his father, and his father's thin body shook a few times, as if he was about to fall but did not fall, he held on to the stove and eased down, and reached out to turn off the still burning stove.

Then he said tiredly: "The dishes are ready, you put them on the plate, be careful not to burn your hands... I'll go in first, you can bring the food in later, and I'll continue to tell you about my mother and sister." ”

My father did look very tired, and he walked back to the room step by step, holding on to the wall, and it was very sad to see.

I didn't dare to ask anything more, so I hurriedly prepared the dishes, but when I looked back and saw that the meal would have to wait for a while, I was in a hurry, and I didn't care about waiting for the food to be cooked, so I brought the dishes into the back room first.

When I entered the house, I saw my father lying back on the bed as he was, the quilt only covering his abdomen, and his two bony hands hanging limply on both sides of the quilt, as if they had no strength to pull the quilt up.

My father's whole body seemed pale and weak, and for a moment I only felt that my father was about to leave me, and only the slightly heaving chest told me that my father was indeed alive.

I quickly put the dish on the bedside table, leaned over and put my father's two hands in the quilt, then pulled the quilt over my father's shoulders and stuffed it for him. I don't care about the oil on my fingers rubbing against the quilt.

After covering my father with the quilt, I moved a square stool to my father's bedside and called him softly: "Dad..."

Nearby heard my voice and moved slightly, turning his head slowly in my direction, and at the same time opened his eyes to look at me.

"Are you hungry...... If you're hungry, eat first......" my father whispered to me.

"I didn't ...... I'm not hungry yet, Dad, I want to finish hearing about my mother and sister..."I plucked up the courage to continue asking my father, because this was my last chance to get to know my mother and sister.

“… Alas......" Before he could speak, a long sigh came out of his father's mouth.

"What else is there to say! It's me who is not good, when I was a child, I lost your sister when I took her out to play, and since your sister was lost, your mother's spirit has been good and bad, and then you didn't make her better. ”

"Before you could grow up, I lost your mother again, and for all these years I have not found either your mother or your sister. Now I'm going to leave you when you're so young, Daddy is sorry for you! ”

My father's words were filled with endless remorse and guilt, he may have spent his whole life seeking forgiveness from his mother and sister, and he was immersed in the pain of losing his loved ones all his life, otherwise how could he have left me so early!

Tears rolled down his father's cheeks, and he closed his eyes again, as if looking inside himself.

He muttered: "Son, if there is a chance to find your mother and sister, if they are still alive, please help me tell them: I love them, I never thought of giving up, but I no longer have the ability to look for them." Please help me say I'm sorry to them! ”

"Hmm!"

I nodded as hard as I could, knowing that my father was still nodding with his eyes closed, so I nodded my head vigorously and expressed to my father that I was determined to find my mother and sister.

―――

Later, everything was as everyone imagined, there were no miracles, nothing unthinkable.

I went through the grief of losing my father, then dropped out of school, went to work, went through a long period of poverty, and simply had no ability to find my mother and sister.

When I finally had the ability to search for it, and finally began to search, fate led me into another abyss from which I could never recover......

A beautiful cage that I will never get rid of, he will lock me up for the rest of my life.

Unless a miracle happens, unless I am accepted by the world, I will never be happy......

Thankfully, there was joy in the midst of pain, and many years later, I finally got the news of my sister and mother.

I'm not entirely sure, but I'd like to believe it's true.

I didn't break my relationship with her in front of my sister, because although my sister is gentle on the surface, she is actually very stubborn in her heart.

I didn't want my sister to think that I was pitiing him for giving her, so I had to claim to be an employer to make my sister willingly accept my help.

At that time, my mother was terminally ill, and my sister was anxious to find a job in order to support the family.

With the help of someone, I naturally appeared in front of my sister and mother, of course, as an employer and boss.

But I actually hate this identity, I want to hug my sister and mother as a younger brother!

But I can't, they don't even know that I exist, they won't believe me.

I once secretly tried to test my seriously ill mother, wondering if she remembered the existence of my father and me, but my confused mother remembered nothing at all.

That day, after the temptation, I went home and hugged my own one and cried for a long, long time, and I didn't even know when he fell asleep.

My mother didn't tell my sister about me, so she only knew that I was a good-hearted person, an employee who could understand his plight.

However, the world is unpredictable, and I believe that the truth will come out one day, and this is not for me to comfort myself.

Ever since I brought my sister to the house, I have always had this strong feeling that maybe after the incident at the house, it is really possible for us to open our hearts and accept each other.

Perhaps everything that happened in the house did not only have a bloody ending, but also a warmer ending......