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Kyle, who will be in the fourth grade after the summer vacation, began to watch Sherlock Holmes these days. You can see him absorbed in reading and studying everywhere. By the wall, in the shade, in the corner of the big sofa chair, my little boy has entered the strange and mysterious world of Sherlock Holmes, and he has no time to pay attention to anyone who walks by him.

But, occasionally, he suddenly shouted:

"Mom, mom."

He stopped making noise after I answered him. Sometimes I am in another room and I don't hear his call. He will come to me crying loudly, with a little anxiety and fear in his voice. When he saw me, he turned around with a smile and went on reading his book without saying a word. I chased him and asked him what he wanted to see me about. He said:

"Nothing, just to see if you are there."

I can't help laughing, this little boy! He must have been frightened by the plot in the book and refused to disclose it to me, so he had to return to the real world at any time to seek my company. As long as he knows that his mother is around, he can bravely follow Holmes to explore again.

Therefore, in these hot afternoons, I deliberately found something to walk beside him, feeling very safe in my heart, knowing that my little boy still needs my company, and I am a happy mother.

I used to think that my mother didn't love me.

That's because I always feel that I am the least worthy of love among the five children.

I am not as smart and beautiful as my two sisters, as quiet and submissive as my sister, and I am not the only boy in my family like my brother. I am stubborn and suspicious, and I am really an extra one in this family.

However, I really hope my mother can love me. Say to me:

"You are my favorite baby."

However, my mother has always been a silent woman. As long as I can remember, I have been with my grandmother, and my mother never seems to hug me. She always holds her sister or brother in her arms and smiles at me from a distance. I never seem to get close to her.

When I grow up, I sometimes feel unwilling. I sometimes pester her like a spoiled brat, hoping that she can turn around and give me a hug or a kiss. However, no matter how I pestered her, hinted at her, and even had the cheek to beg her, my mother never gave me any warm response. She always said, "Stop it! Such a big person is not afraid of others laughing at you! "

Every time I leave her quietly and retreat to my corner, there will always be a familiar uneasiness and resentment in my heart, which will last for a long time. Until I had a child of my own.

In the first few months after the baby was born, I lived with my mother and learned how to take care of the baby. One day, my mother put on a soft hat for my child to keep out the wind, and the pink brim was dotted with tiny flowers, which made my child's face more like a fragrant rose. My mother suddenly laughed:

"Rong Rong, come and see, this little guy is exactly the same as when you were a child!"

With that, she held my baby, my sweet and soft baby, in her arms and kissed it several times.

I was standing in front of my house and felt badly hurt. For a time, I was sad and happy.

What I want so much, what I have been asking for but never satisfied, my mother gave it to me at the beginning!

However, why did it take me so many years to know and understand?

Why do you want this arrangement?

When I tidy up my desk or suitcase, Cier likes to stand by and watch, because sometimes things she likes will come out. If she asked softly, I would probably give it to her. Sometimes it's a Spanish fan, sometimes it's a beautiful notebook, sometimes it's a string of glass beads. When she gets it, she will always be ecstatic.

This day, she came to watch the fun again. I'm sorting through those old photo albums. She picked up an enlarged photo and asked me:

"Who is this?"

This is mom! I took part in a dance competition in Europe and got the first photo! "

"Nonsense! How could it be you? How can you dance with a ribbon? "

The dancer in the photo is gracefully waving two long ribbons and standing in the center of the stage. Her face after makeup is three points shy and seven points proud.

"It's me! Shortly after I arrived in Belgium, I participated in the international student dance competition held by the University of Leuven. I am the protagonist, and eight other female students dance with me. We ... "

Words haven't say that finish, her classmates roared from the window on a bicycle, loudly calling her name, daughter jumped up, toward the window loudly answer:

"come on! Coming! "

Then he turned and waved to me and ran out happily. When I walked to the door, I just saw the backs of a group of girls. They were just middle school students, but they were tall and big, riding their cars very fast.

I still have that picture in my hand. Actually, I still have a lot to say to my daughter. I want to tell her how seriously we rehearsed again and again, how to take care of each other during the performance, and how the male students were excited to make us supper and take pictures around us when they knew that they had won the first prize. In fact, it was only a small school activity, but because they used the names of China students and won the first prize in more than 20 countries, this group of China students kept close contact and had a very happy evening.

I really want to tell my daughter these happy memories, but I have no chance. At the dinner table, she was talking excitedly. There are so many interesting and important things to say between her and her classmates that I can't get a word in.

All night, I could only smile at her from a distance.

After the doctor gave me a detailed analysis of the illness, he suddenly said to me in a particularly gentle tone:

"In any case, it is absolutely impossible for you to get your old mother back."

The doctor is about 60 years old, well dressed, gentle in temperament, and has the unique wisdom and insight of the elderly. After he finished this sentence, there was a very short pause, as if knowing that I should have started crying by this time.

However, I was not fooled. I won't be fooled. I didn't let it shed a tear.

I won't be fooled easily.

In this world, there are some things you can believe, but there are some things you can never believe.

Never shed tears. A tear means you believe what he said, and a tear means you admit that the fact cannot be changed.

Although my mother had another stroke, since the last severe illness has been overcome and she can stand up again, who can say that she can't recover this time?

Who dares to say that I can't get my mother back as strong and happy as before?

I bowed coldly to the doctor, thanked him, and then went back to my mother's bed. Mother is in sleep after a stroke and should get better gradually in a few days. After a little better, you can start to do recovery exercises. As long as you remain confident, you should be fine. Father and sister called long distance and said they would come back to accompany her as soon as possible. I don't think this doctor knows my mother very well, nor does he know her strength and perseverance, so he told me such a wrong conclusion.

In the evening, I left the hospital and drove home alone, still thinking about what the doctor said during the day. Suddenly, something flashed through my mind, and I was shocked by this sudden idea.

There is nothing wrong with what the doctor said!

As the days passed, the old mother changed day by day and never came back!

Which is my old mother?

Before the second stroke, in Shimen County, where did the white-haired old lady walk step by step with a cane in her left hand? Or earlier, before my first stroke, I was reunited with my husband in Europe, and what about the woman who wore expensive clothes at a friend's Christmas party? Or earlier, standing with the children on the grass in front of Xinbeitou's house, where is the mother who is still charming and smiling? Or earlier, in the photo studio in Nanjing, the young woman with a baby just full moon in her arms, surrounded by her husband and children, smiling at the camera? Or earlier, in Shan Ye, a village in Chongqing, she fled the enemy's air raid in a panic, fearing that she would not scare the children around her and crush the fetus in her womb?

Or earlier, earlier, in an old yellowed photo, wearing a long coat with a leather collar and black tweed, standing in the snowy courtyard of Beiping, where is the girl with black and bright eyes?

Or earlier, earlier, I just overheard it. What about the little girl who loves to pick up some pebbles on the riverbed and go home to play on the Inner Mongolia prairie at the age of ten?

Ex-mom! Ex-mom! The days passed day by day. For our five children, my former mother was left behind day by day and never came back!

Of course, my mother can recover now, but she is definitely not the old me.

"Mom, mom."

On the highway in the middle of the night, I gently called for my mother who smiled gently at me in those years, and all my former mothers who could not come back. I couldn't help crying alone.

The car is driving too fast, and the road is dark!