There is a kind of love called parental love; there is a kind of taste called the taste of home

In 2007, I came to Beijing alone to work. Those days were really unforgettable. Like most people who live in Beipiao, their daily life consists of leaving early and returning late, eating and sleeping, which is very difficult. However, in order to live a better life in the future, I can only grit my teeth and persevere. This is also the first time I have left home. It feels really uncomfortable to be alone outside. I miss home and my parents every night. I feel empty inside and always feel like something is missing. At that time, I understood a truth: loneliness is what I fear most.

After staying in Beijing for three years, I got on the train home. The moment I walked into the house, I felt more relaxed than ever before, as if all the grievances and hardships I had suffered over the years had disappeared. My mother cooked a table full of food for me, all of which were my favorites. I couldn't help but eat them. The familiar taste moved me. I felt like I was back as a child, back to the scene of eating with my parents. It felt so good to be at home. My mother knows that I like to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, so she made me a big bowl this time. I ate half of the bowl because it was so delicious. But my mother and father didn't eat anything together, they just looked at me with a smile. I was stunned, tears blurred my eyes, and memories of the past came to my mind.

At that time, my family’s living conditions were very difficult and I was going to school. In order to supplement my nutrition, my mother would often make sweet and sour pork ribs for me. But each time it was a very small plate, and I ate it alone. I asked my father and mother, "Why don't you eat it? This is delicious." My parents always said that they had already eaten it. Until one day, I accidentally saw my parents making soup in the kitchen with the spareribs I had finished, and then put some vegetable leaves in it and started eating. I shed tears instantly. From that time on, I vowed to let my parents live a good life.

I slowly recovered my thoughts and looked at the half-pot of ribs. I took them to my father and mother and said, "Dad, Mom, you always made me eat meat when I was a kid. Now, When I grow up, from now on, you will eat meat and I will drink soup." When my parents heard my words, they smiled very happily, and our family became more happy.

Nowadays, I am married and have two lovely daughters, but my parents are also old. Looking at their graying hair and wrinkles on their faces, I feel bad and I can’t. Blocking the passage of time, but I can let my parents have a wonderful old age, I will do my best to do it.

Finally, I wish all parents in the world good health, longevity, and a good mood every day!