Miss Mother's Prose

In the silent night, I thought of my mother, and naturally thought of the people my mother missed and cared about most before her death. That man is my great-uncle. Dajiu went to Xinjiang when I was in primary school, and it has been more than 30 years now. For thirty years, I remember that he came back only once.

I remember when my mother was alive, she often told me about her past since I was sensible. My mother said that she lost her parents when she was five. My grandfather, that is, my mother's father, works in steel mills in other places for a living and earns a little money to supplement his family. Unfortunately, during a working period, the steel-making boiler was in disrepair for a long time, which caused an explosion. Grandpa didn't even leave a body. Shortly after grandpa's death, grandma couldn't bear the blow of losing her grandpa, and because she was already very weak and couldn't stand the torture of illness, she quickly left this world. My uncle and they became orphans in others' eyes. The oldest in the family, the second is the mother, and the second is the younger brother. Fortunately, grandma takes care of them. They grew up with their grandmother and lived together. At that time, life in the countryside was still very hard, and many people ran around for a living. In those hard years, their mothers didn't have enough to eat, let alone lose their parents' love. Because grandma also has several children, she feels unable to support her mother. My mother said that when I was a child, my uncle seldom wore shoes in his family, and even if he had a pair, he was reluctant to wear it, because it was too difficult to have another pair after it was worn out. Most of them wear rags that others don't wear. "A son without a mother is like grass", and the mother has experienced the joys and sorrows of the world, and her affection is warm and cold.

As the years passed, my mother and they grew up. My uncle followed my grandmother to work in the production team to earn work points for the family, and my mother learned to make shoes at home. Nobody taught her how to do it. Usually, when the neighbors are making shoes, she watches and follows suit. When she licked the soles of her shoes, her hands were not strong enough, so she tapped the needle and thread with a small hammer and accidentally pricked her finger. Gradually, my mother developed a pair of skillful hands, and they finally put on new shoes. Their feet felt so warm and full of sisters' affection.

My mother told me that she has an uncle who works in Pingdingshan Coal Mine and eats commodity grain. At that time, eating commodity grain was very enviable. Her uncle visited my grandmother when my mother was a child, that is, my mother's grandmother. He wants my mother to live with him. At that time, in order to reduce the burden on the family, my mother also wanted to go to him, just thinking about eating and supporting. When I was leaving that day, my uncle and she cried like tears. My uncle can't bear to part with my mother, and so can my mother. In the end, my mother didn't leave because she was really worried about my uncle. When my mother told me, she didn't regret her choice at all. If she chooses to leave, no matter how good she is, she will not feel at ease. My mother said where my uncle was, and her home was there.

In a blink of an eye, my mother reached marriageable age and my second uncle got married. For various reasons, my uncle put off getting married and lived with them. When I was in primary school, my uncle insisted on going to Xinjiang. My mother thought about it and finally supported his decision. The family entrusted various relationships and improved the relationship between households and grain for him. I remember when my uncle left, there was not enough money on the road. In order to raise money for my uncle, my mother cruelly asked my father to sell my only means of transportation at home, my "forever" brand bike. When I said goodbye to my uncle, my mother always helped him carry his backpack, insisted on sending him to the station, and watched him get on the bus. He didn't leave until the bus left her sight, taking away his mother's heart.

Actually, I was young when my uncle left. When I lived in my grandmother's house, I only remembered that my uncle was a tall and thin man with small eyes and a hoarse voice. I remember he led me to the river to shoot pig grass; I remember that he took me and hurried to the old well at the entrance of the village to draw water; I remember the scene where he and I went to grandma's pear garden to pick pears for me to eat. My uncle gave me a vague overall impression, like an unreachable dream when I was asleep. When Big Uncle left, communication was still very inconvenient, mainly by writing letters. Since neither his mother nor his uncle has been to school, his uncle asks others for help every time he sends a letter to his mother. Home is better, and Dont Ask For Help can write some crooked words. I remember when I first wrote to my uncle, my mother would teach me how to say it. It's the same every time. I told him to take care of himself. It's not easy to be alone outside, so he won't worry about her and his family. They are all doing well. Even if there are some disappointments in life, my mother won't let us tell my uncle for fear that he will worry. My uncle's letter is almost the same as our reply. I don't want my mother to worry about him, saying that he has settled down in a pig farm in a corps, eating well and wearing warm clothes, just like when he lived with his mother. In fact, both mother and uncle know that in the same poor days, the bitterness of life is nothing, as long as relatives are safe and take care of each other, this is the greatest comfort and happiness.

In junior high school, my uncle came back once, and it has been nearly 30 years now. I remember my mother and my uncle crying as soon as they met. They cried for a long time, so sad that they didn't even bother to say a word to each other, letting the tears of missing flow freely. Even we who stood by were moved by this scene and wept with them. My uncle brought us many delicious things, such as raisins, candy and walnuts, and gave us several sisters several tens of dollars each. My mother refused to let us have them, but my uncle insisted on giving them to us, saying it was his wish. For several years, he was helpless outside, but his heart was always thinking about his mother and us. He always feels that he has given us too little care and failed to fulfill the responsibility of being an uncle. He has too much guilt in his heart. Big uncle is as worried about us as his mother! Although the two places are so far apart, separated by thousands of waters in Qian Shan, they can never separate the affection that blood is thicker than water.

When I was admitted to the university, my uncle sent me several hundred dollars, saying it was for my trip. He also blamed his mother for not telling him first. After all, it is a happy thing for children to go to college. Children should be happy about this! In fact, my mother doesn't want my uncle to know that I am going to college, although it is a happy thing for my family. My mother and my family were really worried about my tuition, but that's my mother's character. When encountering difficulties, she always likes to find a solution by herself, and she doesn't want to worry more relatives, especially my uncle, who lives alone. It's not easy. Later, my mother learned that my second uncle told him.

Slowly, communication developed. I installed a telephone at home and used a mobile phone. My uncle also has a telephone, and the contact between my mother and my uncle has become frequent. Especially on holidays, they always want to contact each other by phone. They talk for a long time, as if they want to finish each other's thoughts at once. In any case, they can't finish talking. At both ends of the phone, they miss each other endlessly and care about each other.

Due to the heavy family burden and years of hard work, my mother's body has been exhausted. Three years ago, my mother fell ill. My mother has been in poor health for as long as I remember. She has had three surgeries and survived every time. There is nothing she can do this time, because she is unfortunately terminally ill this time. During her illness, she struggled tenaciously. I know in my heart that her days are numbered. I know she doesn't want her uncle to know the news of her illness. During the days when she was in hospital, I quietly went to the lake outside the hospital, called my uncle and told him the truth. The big uncle on the other end of the phone burst into tears. My uncle said he must see his mother, and he didn't come back until her death.

Last Spring Festival, my second uncle's daughter, my cousin, came to my house to visit my father. She said that she had just come back from her uncle, and she told us about him in the past two years. She said he was married. The other is a woman with a daughter who has just died. She saw that my uncle was honest and kind, so she married me. In addition, my cousin works there, and something can help my uncle. He has a happy old age now. She also said that when my mother was seriously ill, my uncle would come back and everything was packed. Maybe he was anxious to see my mother, so he suddenly fell ill and was ill for a long time. He didn't let my mother know, just as her mother didn't want him to know that she was ill. The two sisters are like two hearts, and they seem to know that they will never meet again. Sometimes life and fate are just like joking with us. In the face of some things, we are sometimes so powerless. My uncle said that in his lifetime, if his body permits, he will definitely come back to visit us, go to my mother's grave and talk to her. How many years have passed, and people are much older. The long years have taken away the sad past and memories, but he can never take away his concern for his loved ones, because where his mother is, his thoughts are there.

Mother has left us and become a pile of loess in her hometown. My mother's death also made me miss and worry about my uncle. If she knows from the bottom of the spring, she should feel extremely gratified that her uncle has always been the support of her life and is so happy. Here, I sincerely wish my uncle good health and it is best to come back to fulfill his wish. If I have time, I will definitely visit him. Of course, I will also bring my mother's thoughts, care and blessings.