My 70-year-old grandma moved bricks at the construction site and helped her grandson see a doctor. How strong is the love from her relatives?

The love of relatives is very strong. Let me tell you something to explain! It happened when I was a kid!

In 1986, I was in fourth grade. On the way to school, I was hit on the left chest by a speeding bicycle. I was suddenly spinning, having difficulty breathing, and spitting out blood. But as a young person, I had a kind nature. After the other person asked, "Do you want to go to the hospital?", I said to the other person, "It's okay, you can go." .

My classmates who were traveling with me saw my face turning pale and asked with concern, "What's going on?" How about we not let him go? ?Although I felt a little uncomfortable, I still said, it’s okay, just tell him to leave. On the way, I felt uncomfortable and uneasy. I drank a cup of hot water at a tea stall I passed by and continued to go to school. When I got to school, halfway through the class, I felt my chest getting more and more uncomfortable. Gradually I couldn't bear it anymore. I shed tears unconsciously. I was discovered by my classmates and reported to the class teacher, Teacher Han. Teacher Han asked me what was wrong and where I felt uncomfortable. I pointed to my chest, and Teacher Han lifted up my dark green sweater and immediately saw a bowl-sized bruise on my left chest. He quickly asked the classmate who went to school with me to call a tricycle and take me to the county hospital.

It was very uncomfortable along the way, and my heart was in turmoil. When I was approaching the hospital, my classmate suddenly spotted the person who bumped into me and shouted, "Don't leave!" ?The man did not shirk the blame, accepted the responsibility, and went to the county hospital together. After a while, my parents also arrived, asked for their ID, took a X-ray, and stayed in the hospital for observation, but there were no beds, so we had to add an extra bed in the corridor.

Night in the county hospital, especially in the corridor of the ward, is very difficult. Sometimes people are fetching water, sometimes people are going to the toilet, the footsteps of doctors and nurses are heard, and the chatter of patients' family members is constant. The extra single bed was actually not a bed like the one in the ward, but a folding wire bed that could only sleep me. After being tired for a long time, my mother sat on the end of the bed with one leg crossed. At first she could chat with the family members in the bed next to her. Gradually, as the night fell, my mother nodded once, then nodded again and became confused. She could only hear the neighbor's words. The bedding family member said: "Look at how hard your mother is working. She can't sleep even if she looks at you. You can't marry a daughter-in-law and forget about your mother!" ?

My mother sat like this all night.

Time flies by like a flash, and 35 years have passed in the blink of an eye. I have always remembered the words that the family next to me said to me. Can’t you marry a daughter-in-law and forget your mother? After so many years, I have already married Marry a daughter-in-law and do it? You can’t marry a daughter-in-law and forget your mother. And, no matter what happens in the future, I will never forget my mother.