Mother's cotton-padded jacket

I went to my father's house in the afternoon and talked about a cotton-padded jacket of my mother. Since my father moved to the city, my father thought that my brother's father's cupboard contained some important things, my mother's relics, my books and letters. More than 30 years have passed, and now only my mother's cotton-padded jacket is left, which my father brought back. Dad said, I used to wrap your mother's clothes in a small bag and put them in my cupboard. This is your mother's best dress, and a pair of black velvet pants, which are also patched. Other clothes are patched. I kept these to let you know what clothes your mother was wearing.

I've heard it, tears streaming down my face. I know my mother has a dark green satin cotton-padded jacket with a big waist, but I don't think I have seen her wear it in my memory. My sick mother once told me that when I was less than 12 years old, she gave me her pair of brown square shoes and dark green satin cotton-padded jacket, which lasted for 82 years. Mom left me her best clothes! But things have changed, mom, but your grown-up daughter can't wear your shoes and cotton-padded jacket.

My daughter buys clothes for her mother-in-law and aunt almost every year, but your mother does.

Mom, if you were here, your daughter would buy you your favorite clothes. We don't just need a pair of leather shoes anymore, and we don't need to wear patched clothes anymore, mom.

Dad went on to say that this dress and cloth was bought by an officer when I was in Jinan. At that time, it was still a planned economy and could not be bought. Your grandmother made it for your mother.

I hold this cotton-padded jacket like my mother's grandmother. I opened it and touched it carefully. This cotton-padded jacket is still very new. My mother should seldom wear it. Only by working hard on the two cuffs can you see the traces of penetration. I can't hold back my tears any longer. I tried to help my mother button the jade-pink button on it and touch the cuff again and again. This is my mother's dress. This dress has the smell of mother, and has the mark of mother.

Tears asked dad, let me take this dress away. Dad said, I'd better leave it here. When I leave, this dress will represent your mother. Tears welled up in my eyes again. This dress was kept by mom and dad. It was dad who carefully preserved her things for many years and preserved her memories!

I folded it slowly and put it back in the cupboard with my father.