My uncle is like a father.

There are seven sisters in my mother's family, including six girls and a boy. That is to say, I am an uncle and I am the youngest. My uncle is supposed to be precious, but my uncle is unlucky. Just a few months after he was born, my father (that is, my grandfather) died of illness, leaving my grandmother, orphans and widows to guard a few acres of fertile land and live hard. Mom said that at that time, whenever there was food at home, there were three kinds of meals: those who were invited to work had first-class meals; My uncle and the old people at home eat second-class food (because they are the only children, the youngest), and my grandmother and other children eat the worst.

Even this day can't stand it any longer. My grandmother couldn't help it. She married several older daughters early, and the younger two daughters were adopted by relatives and fled for their lives. I entrusted my uncle to a family relative in Murakami to take care of him and went to Nanjing to help others (in the words of now, to be a nanny) by myself. Once, maybe my uncle missed his mother so much that he felt sorry for a seven-year-old kid who asked people all the way. Looking for my mother all the way, how much I suffered and how much I suffered along the way; I don't know how sad and happy my mother and son were when they met, but at this moment, I am writing with tears in my eyes.

How did my uncle spend his childhood? Not really. Just heard from my mother that my grandmother can only protect herself when she is a nanny in Nanjing, and the remaining limited money is brought back by her clients. In desperation, my uncle had to go to several married sisters' homes to make a living, but at that time my sisters were not rich and unable to do so. Sometimes I go to my mother's office and ask her for money. If my mother really can't get the money, others will tease him: "If your sister doesn't give you the money, you take her abacus away so that she can't work." With this memory of my mother, I can imagine how difficult my uncle's childhood was!

I know little about my uncle's childhood sufferings, but I know that because of the hardships of life, my uncle dropped out of school when he was only in the fifth grade of primary school and was hungry until he was seventeen or eighteen. With the help of relatives, he worked as a temporary worker in a unit in Maanshan Iron and Steel Co., Ltd., knowing that he could eat enough when he had a job, so he never spared no effort in his work and soon became a full member.

My uncle is fourteen years older than me. As long as I can remember, my uncle lived next door to my house. According to my mother, he and my father are in the same unit. At that time, my uncle was a boy and lived separately from my sister's brother-in-law's house, probably to take care of each other.

My father left home to work in Gansu when I was seven years old, and my mother took the four of us at home. As far as I can remember, my father did all the heavy work in other people's homes, but my uncle did all the hard work for me: at that time, every household burned briquettes, and we had to pull carts to the distant coal factory to queue up to buy them. My mother goes to work far away and has no time to buy it. My uncle bought it most of the time. He pulled the scooter in front and my brother pushed them behind. After buying them, we put them together carefully.

Although my uncle moved to the old city far away from my home after marriage, he still remembered the hardships of his sister living alone with four children. When our family is in trouble, he will appear at the right time: (this is also because he married an equally kind and virtuous aunt) I remember that my elder sister just graduated from her first job and needed to work at night. At that time, the public security was not very good, and my mother was not at ease. When my uncle found out, he took the initiative to let her get off work.

I remember a snowy Spring Festival, my husband went to his house to pay New Year's greetings and came home very late. Considering her husband's poor health, my uncle personally rode a bicycle to accompany her husband across a slippery bridge and returned after her husband repeatedly urged him.

What impressed us most was the summer of 1976. There was an earthquake here, and people were very worried. Every household lives in a simple earthquake-proof shed built by themselves. Summer and autumn are better. Seeing that winter is coming, the earthquake alarm has not been lifted. Other people's families asked their father to help them strengthen the earthquake-proof shed for the winter. When my father was not at home, my mother shook my rickety simple earthquake-proof shed and watched.

I don't know. On a sunny Sunday, my uncle pulled a flatbed and said he would help us move. My mother asked, what's the matter? My uncle said that he built us an earthquake-proof shed in an open space near his home in the old city. As he spoke, he began to put our things in the car. While my family and I were busy with my uncle, we thought: No wonder there is another uncle's name in the book: Uncle, doesn't my uncle take care of us like a father in a sense? In this way, my uncle relied on a flatbed car and ran back and forth three times in two places six or seven kilometers apart, taking us to the earthquake-proof shed built for us near his home to settle down! It snowed heavily that winter. I remember once, it snowed heavily all day and all night. When I went out in the morning, the snow blocked the door. If my uncle hadn't moved us here, we wouldn't know how to spend that winter!

In the early days of reform and opening up, my uncle learned to do business with his diligence and a spirit of specialized research, earned a little money and traveled in his spare time. Considering that my mother was tired all her life and never flew, I took her to Beijing, Wuhan and other places to play with her. My mother was very happy at that time and said, "I never thought that I could enjoy my brother's happiness by flying for the first time in my life!" "

My uncle has seven sisters (my grandmother remarried for reasons of life, and my uncle also has a younger sister), so there are many nephews and nieces, but no matter who goes to his house, he and his aunt give everything to each other and are very enthusiastic about us, so in the era of lack of materials, visiting my uncle's house is our favorite day.

Under the influence of my uncle, my uncle's children are working hard and doing well in business. Unfortunately, when my uncle could enjoy his old age, his health collapsed. Although my cousins tried their best, there was nothing they could do. During my uncle's hospitalization, we thanked him for his kindness and often visited and accompanied him. Sometimes I help him wash his feet. Although I couldn't speak clearly, I said intermittently, "You washed my feet." You are very kind to us. I should do this. Just get better soon. "In fact, in my heart, my uncle and my father have the same weight. Unfortunately, uncle left a little early! Uncle, do you know? Now every time we talk about you, we are full of gratitude!

? Life and death are two boundless, and it is useless to think about it. I don't forget that I hope my uncle and aunt will get together in the day, and the years will be quiet and end without a disease!