Seeing my mother calm down, the whole family breathed a sigh of relief.

No, call an ambulance. I suggested.

The second brother glanced at me and shook his head slightly.

I quickly shut up. Years of tacit understanding, second understanding. Misspoken.

Mom, would you like to drink some water? Looking at my mother, who was sweating profusely, I quickly changed the subject.

The second brother, carrying his mother behind his back, waved his mouth and said: It's too late. Father and we turned pale all at once.

Later, I found out that the air outside was too cold, and my weak mother couldn't get out of the house at all, and her body couldn't bear it.

The mother has run out of oil, and the organs of the heart have failed. When my mother insisted on being discharged from the hospital and going home for the New Year a few years ago, she already knew about it. But as a family member, bad information will be automatically blocked. I believe that there will be a miracle and it will gradually get better.

The following days, for the mother, lived like a year. The moaning of the night continued. I have been sleeping with my mother since I was a child, and my second brother and I switched sleeping positions, and I slept in the back room instead. The second brother, who is a doctor, takes care of his seriously ill mother.

My mother's body is getting weaker and heavier, and she needs two people to help her get up.

The old director of my brother's department was invited home by my brother and was treated many times. There is nothing that can be done, and the healer heals, but he cannot cure the life.

My mother's illness has progressed from pulmonary heart disease to pulmonary brain, and she often falls into a coma. Delirium also occurs occasionally.

The mother has always thought that her body has dragged down the family, and her children used to be small, worried, reluctant to die, and relied on the willpower to survive.

Now that her children are older and have jobs, she thinks she has no value in existing. firmly believes that it will only become a drag on the marriage of children. If you are gone, your children can find someone with better conditions.

My second brother and I repeatedly said that we didn't want to get married, I didn't want to have a partner, I wanted to earn money for another two years, and I had savings in my hand.

She just smiled bitterly and said, silly boy, mom is gone. Without a sick mother, with my daughter's personal conditions, I have to pick a partner, how good it is. A lifetime thing. My mother was bent on death, and she always said that I was a burden to live, and that I was too sinful, and that the living were sinned, and that the dead were sinned. Because my mother always had blood clotting, when she hit the hanging bottle, she had to pull out the needle from time to time and prick it again, and the mother's two hands and feet were pricked by the needle, and they were full of needle eyes. It's always the old wounds that don't heal, and the new ones that add to them. It is absolutely impossible for a normal person to embed the needle and then inject it the next day. We are distressed, but there is nothing we can do. I can only be more careful in my diet and daily life. But God did not fulfill people's wishes, and the amount of food for my mother was decreasing day by day. Although for our reassurance, she has been trying to eat more, every time until she can't eat anymore.

On April 5th, the spring thunder was rolling and the sky was overcast. The mother, who was in a stable state, suddenly became ill and barely ate half a bowl of rice porridge in the morning. Fell into a coma again. At ten o'clock, it was customary to drink some water, I asked, Mom drink some water?

But there was no reply. Brother, I hurriedly called the second brother. When my father heard this, he hurriedly put down his work and rushed over.

The second brother tried his mother's snort and felt the lower carotid artery. Look at the mother's closed eyes. Instantly, his eyes turned red.

What's wrong? What's wrong? Mom, Mom! I called out loud and loud. But there's no familiarity, hey. Mother went quietly in the rolling spring thunder.

My mother is gone, and the second brother said to his dazed father with trembling lips. The pupils are dilated.

Although I was prepared, I just couldn't accept it.