Classic Prose My Foster Mother

I have a kind mother. Although she is not my birth mother, she is the one who gave me a second life and deserves my respect.

My foster mother is an out-and-out farmer and a faithful follower of Jesus. My adoptive mother began to believe in Jesus since she was a child, and her faith remained unchanged until she married her adoptive father. Sometimes the adoptive father quarrels with the adoptive mother because she goes to church every Sunday, and sometimes the adoptive mother will be particularly active wherever she meets for several days, which makes the adoptive father unbearable! But I still can't stop my foster mother from worshipping Jesus. As long as I have time, my adoptive mother will go to church parties, but my adoptive father can't help it. Later, my adoptive father was deeply moved by this unshakable admiration and belief, and I will never object to my adoptive mother going to church again!

1March 2, 993, this is the darkest day in my life. At that time, I was born less than a day. Because I have a sister at home, because I am a girl, and because I was born with cleft lip and palate, their family conditions are too poor and family planning is particularly tight, so they don't want to throw me into the ravine. At that time, they had to abandon me under the eaves of the station. At that time, the wind was very strong, and the clouds covered the sky. My heart-rending cry shook this unusual night.

The next day, everyone was curious to see what it was. I was frightened when I saw a girl with congenital cleft lip and palate in the cradle. No one will take me home crying. I can't help it. They have organized some kind people to feed me milk powder in turn every day.

Others were afraid that I was cold and brought me a thick quilt. I didn't freeze to death and starve to death for a week under their care.

1993 March 10, at that time, I couldn't cry any more, only one breath left. An old woman looked at me with pity and sent me to a family at night, that is, my current foster mother. The adoptive mother remembered that she had the same dream as her adoptive father when she took a nap at noon the other day. The adoptive mother asked the adoptive father what he dreamed, and the adoptive father said that he dreamed of an old man with congenital cleft lip and palate and became a normal person in a short time. The adoptive mother said that she also had the same dream as her adoptive father. Only then did she know that this was a revelation from Jesus. But because my family was too poor to support a perverted girl, I didn't abandon me in that public toilet for several days. At this time, grandma sent me to her door, so I had no choice but to stay. My foster mother saw that I had only one breath left, and quickly fed me some rice porridge. After drinking rice porridge, my face turned rosy and my crying voice became louder.

The foster mother has given birth to three children, and of course she has a lot of parenting experience. By that time, she was already in her early forties. Because all three of her family are boys, and the family conditions are not good, she has spent a lot of thoughts on me. At that time, we could only feed on milk powder, because we were born with cleft lip and palate, so it was very difficult to feed milk powder. The foster mother had a hard time feeding it to my mouth. The adoptive father said, if she can't let it live, isn't it a sin? In order to have a sweet little cotton-padded jacket and dispel the concerns of my adoptive father, my adoptive father has taken more and more care of me. In this way, my adoptive father loves me more and more, and my three brothers have never won this honor. I have thrived under the care of my adoptive parents and have never been ill.

Because I have congenital cleft lip and palate, I need to have congenital cleft lip and palate repair surgery. When I was one year old, my foster mother borrowed money everywhere for me. Finally, I went to the church to organize the believers to raise money. When my uncles and aunts heard that I was going to the county for surgery, they all took out some money and gave it to my foster mother. With the expectation of my uncles and aunts, my foster mother took me to the county seat for surgery.

During the operation, although I was injected with general anesthesia, I could still hear myself crying. My foster mother heard this crying outside the operating room and prayed silently that Jesus could save me from the disaster.

When I was seven years old, I was going to the county for a second operation. My foster mother borrowed relatives and friends for me and went to church to organize some believers. Those old believers and new believers all took out money and gave it to my foster mother. However, this operation has become a lifelong regret for my adoptive mother and me. Before the operation, the doctor told me not to give me anything to eat. When the foster mother went outside to pour water, she kindly showed it to her grandmother in the ward and said that I was hungry and cried badly. I peeled an egg for me to eat, but my foster mother didn't know it. So I choked up after the operation, and the stitched wound broke a needle like this, which became a wound that I could never erase, but I didn't blame anyone.

My foster mother gave me not only a healthy body, but also a kind heart and a tolerant heart. And whenever beggars come to the door, the foster mother will give them food. Whoever has difficulties, the foster mother is always the first to stand up.

I remember the Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan in 2008. At that time, my family had just built a house for my brothers and owed hundreds of thousands, but my foster mother still donated 1000 yuan to the church. Considering that my family owes hundreds of thousands, my foster mother can dig out some money from her teeth and donate it to the Sichuan disaster area. I asked my foster mother why she donated money when she had so many accounts at home. The foster mother said that the foreign debt owed was not urgent, but it was urgent in Sichuan. If one more person donates some money, there will be more relief materials and more people can get help. I also gave my junk money to my foster mother. A word from my foster mother woke me up because of greed.

My adoptive father died when I was nine years old. My foster mother shouldered the burden of the family alone, and took on all the work that men should do. She gets up before dawn every day to cook for me and work alone in the fields. In the hot sun, my foster mother is still facing the earth and sweating like rain. I remember that once my foster mother bent down and suddenly fainted to the ground. I panicked and quickly called my old fat uncle and my second uncle to go with her. After a while, my foster mother woke up slowly, and my tight heart slowly calmed down. It's all because I didn't take good care of my foster mother. If I were diligent enough, I wouldn't let my foster mother faint.

Later, all three brothers got married, and my foster mother was caught in the middle. I couldn't get help in agriculture, but I was called to work in the fields. At that time, I was already in a rebellious period. I always felt that my foster mother always asked me to work, while my three brothers were sleeping, but I still planted crops with my foster mother. I am diligent when I want to do it, and always procrastinate when I don't want to do it.

Whenever the foster mother is frustrated, she never shows it in front of me and my three brothers. She is also a foster mother and a human being. Everyone will be depressed. A person's life will not be so smooth for decades, and there will definitely be hardships in life. Whenever they are frustrated, don't look at her seemingly talking and laughing. At night, she will cry sadly.

This is my foster mother, an ordinary person, but she gave me a warm home with extraordinary love, an adoptive father who loves me the most and cares about my brother the most, and a unique and happy home. No, I should call her mother. She is my unique mother, and I love you.