Find a short story about maternal love and read a letter to your child every week. Finally, the child thinks that the new mother is his own mother.

Mom gave it to your new mom.

My wife Aizhen died in winter. She suffered from leukemia and only stayed in the hospital for three short weeks.

I sent her home on New Year's Day last year. She tidied up her clothes with a weak body, showed me where the securities and ID cards were, and arranged all this. Holding a handbag in her hand, she is ready to break up with her daughter. Wen Wen, one and a half years old, looked up at her mother in surprise and asked, "Mom, where are you going?"

"My baby!" Ai Zhen knelt on the ground and hugged her daughter: "Kiss mom again, mom is going abroad." Their mother and daughter faced each other, and two lines of tears ran down Aizhen's cheeks.

As soon as I got on the taxi, my wife cried and dangled in her seat. I held her tightly in my arms and kept calling her name, waiting for her to wake up from despair. But I know in my heart that no woman can be stronger than her.

Twenty days after his wife died, she sent her first letter from overseas. The envelope was stamped, not postmarked, but dated on the back. I opened the letter according to the marked date and read it to Wenwen:

"Dear baby, do you miss your mother? My mother misses Winnie, too. I think every day that my mother is writing to Wenwen abroad, and it will take a long time to go home. Did Wenwen listen to her father while I was away? Did you listen to your aunt? ……"

The last sentence is: "Mom hugs Wenwen."

These letters are neatly wrapped in a perfume handkerchief, a total of 17. We get one every few weeks. In the letter, Aizhen told us where to change clothes and take a breath according to the season, and how to supplement nutrition according to the child's development. Looking at these letters, tears blurred my vision and I held back in front of the children.

When the child misses his mother very much, Aizhen's gentle words and tone can keep Wenwen quiet for half an hour. Gradually, I had the same illusion as the children, thinking that my wife had really left Japan, and I was used to waiting for her letter.

In the ninth letter, Ai Zhen suggested that I consider finding a new mother for Wenwen, someone who can replace her. "If you get married again, I will still be your wife." She wrote.

A year later, I was introduced to my present wife, Yali. She is divorced and has similarities with Aizhen in temperament and appearance. The difference is that she has never given birth to a child and has no experience with children. I like her innocence and liveliness. Only this character can dilute the shadow that has been hanging over my heart. I talked to her about Wen Wen and her mother's will.

"I'll try," Yali replied easily. "You take me to meet her and see if she likes me." I am deeply suspicious, think twice before you act.

At the end of April, I read Wen Wen's last letter from her mother. When I took it out, it was six months since my last letter. Tell you a good news: Mom's study is over, and she will go back to China, so that I can see your father and my baby daughter again? Are you happy? Can Wenwen recognize her mother after all this time? "

I noticed Wen Wen's expression. What bothers me is that she is still bathing the teddy bear wholeheartedly, as if she didn't hear anything. I was embarrassed. It suddenly occurred to me that Wenwen was almost three years old, and she gradually became sensible.

One sunny Sunday, Yali and I went home. "Wen Wen," I can feel my voice trembling at the moment, "don't hurry to see if mom is back?"

Wenwen stared at Yali, still hesitating. Thankfully, Yali put down her suitcase and walked quickly to the bed, hugging Wenwen: "Good boy, don't you know me?"

The expression on Wenwen's face changed rapidly, from consternation to fear. I watched the scene nervously. Then, something we didn't expect happened-the child dropped the pictorial and burst into tears, his face flushed. She slapped Yali on the shoulder with her little hand in despair, and finally shouted, "What took you so long to come back?"

Yali held her in her arms, and the child's arms were tightly around her neck, and she almost cried all over. Yali looked at me with tears in her eyes.

"Baby …" She kissed the child on the cheek and said, "Mom will never leave again."

All this was arranged for us by the mother of the child who struggled in the hospital bed a year and a half ago.