I began to appreciate having a younger sister who is ten years younger than me.

I called in sick because I was ill. It happened to be the weekend, and something stuck in my heart made me feel bad, so I went home. My mother was surprised to see me go home. After all, it is not a holiday, but my eyes are still filled with joy.

My mother made me a table of my favorite dishes and kept it in my bowl. These dishes filled the whole bowl. My sister asked, "Mom, why don't you cook my favorite dish?" Why don't you put them in my bowl? " Mother said: "Because it is difficult for my sister to go home and eat badly at school, you can eat the delicious food cooked by your mother every day, but it will take your sister a long time to eat it, so don't argue with her."

It suddenly occurred to me that I don't know when my mother was no longer the "Mei Mei, you are my sister, you should know how to let go of your sister" in my memory, and she always wanted me to let go of my sister. And my mother's food is no longer just for my sister. Since when does my mother miss me less than my sister?

After dinner, I went out for a walk and met my aunt next door. She has two daughters, a son, a daughter who is the same age as me and is a junior, and a daughter and son who are a freshman, all in other provinces. We chatted for a while.

My aunt said, "Mei Mei, I really envy your parents. Although you are studying in universities in other provinces like Wei Wei and others (Wei Wei is her daughter's name), you usually go home only on holidays, and it is even more difficult to go home after work. But your parents, they still have Tingting (my sister's name). Tingting is still so young that she can spend more years with your parents. Usually a person at home, can cook in the morning, eat for a day. People who don't talk can only go out for a walk. Day after day, no one is waiting for me, and I am not afraid of coming home late. In the evening, I rummaged through Vivian's circle of friends and estimated whether they were still awake and busy. I don't know what to say when chatting. I can only ask them if they have enough money, how they are doing and how they are studying. I suddenly feel that I shouldn't put Vivian and them in the past.

I suddenly feel very sad.

I was a left-behind child, and my mother didn't come back until I was twelve. I thought she came back for me, but my sister was born soon after she came back. At first, I was very happy. I thought I would have a mother's love and someone to grow up with me, so I wouldn't be lonely, because I always admired Weiwei next door. She has a younger brother and a younger sister. I often see them crazy together. In spring, they go to the Woods to cut wood and pick wild flowers in the mountains. In summer, go to the fields to catch snails and feed ducks, and go to the mountains to pick other people's pears and grapefruit; Climb trees in autumn and play house; In winter, I jump rope at home to catch children. I am always alone.

I was thinking very well. I will take my sister to the mountains to pick flowers and weave garlands, pick wild fruits such as mulberries and take her to catch grasshoppers. I want to take her anywhere that can make her happy. But the fact is, although all the children in the countryside are big with small ones, my sister is still young, and my mother doesn't allow me to take her far away at all. My sister still loves to cry, which is difficult to coax. When my mother blamed my sister for crying because I didn't take good care of her, Doby's sister's happiness became a task, not out of my love and concern for her.

On my sister, I finally know what maternal love is, but it doesn't belong to me. Mother is devoted to her sister, and every move affects her heart, even if it is a little cough, even if it is unreasonable crying. In my mother's eyes, my sense of existence is very weak, except when I need to coax my sister, except when I want to help my sister wash diapers.

When did you start to hate your sister? Probably my sister accidentally fell down and sat on the ground crying. My mother scolded me when she heard the sound. Probably my food is always stopped by my mother in my sister's bowl halfway; I probably tried my best not to coax my sister into being scolded. "How did you bring up your sister? This little thing can't be done well. What is your brain for? " .

I was really wronged. I have longed for maternal love since I was a child. I thought I could be in my mother's arms like a baby like everyone else. As a result, I didn't enjoy the long-awaited maternal love, but I didn't get my mother's understanding and attention. I am still a child myself. How can I take care of my sister perfectly?

I hate my mother always saying, Mei Mei, you are my sister. You should know how to let go of your sister and don't fight with her. Mei Mei, why did you make your sister cry again? It's worrying that you can't even coax a child. Mei Mei, at your age, what snacks do you eat? Your sister is still young, you should give it to her, you know?

At that time, I deeply regretted the idea of having a sister, and I began to hate my sister. At that time, I thought I could get all the maternal love without my sister. Yes, I was angry.

Time is a filter, and I gradually accepted all the unfair treatment at that time. I believe my mother loves me. Even though she doesn't care about me as much as her sister does, she hasn't treated me badly in life these years, and she hasn't left me without food, clothing, housing and transportation. She didn't care about me when she was sick, and abuse never happened.

At home these days, I watched my mother carefully dress my sister, put on her schoolbag, patiently clean up her messy "kennel", watch some cooking at noon, or knit sweaters or hook shoes in the afternoon to wait for her to cook. Watching my sister wave to her mother in the morning: "Mom, I'm leaving, goodbye." When she came home from school and threw herself into her arms, her mother couldn't help laughing.

The aunt next door knew I was back and brought me jiaozi with her own bag. I heard my mother complaining that my sister was fidgeting upstairs, cleaning and washing clothes every day. My mother said that she envied her aunt and was free and clean at home, but she kept smiling. I know this is actually a show off and a pleasure.

Thinking of what my aunt said next door, I suddenly felt that it was good to have a sister so much younger than me. Parents are getting old, they need company, they need someone to listen to their nagging, and my sister is the one who can accompany them when they are lonely. Sister's trifles will share their energy. They don't have to worry about me all the time. They will be happier and more satisfied when they are busy. Companionship is the longest confession, and my sister and I will spend most of our lives to complete this confession.

I am really glad that I have a sister who is twelve years younger than me, and I am grateful that my mother brought me a sister.