Lily Chen
Lily Chen

我用文字理解自己和這個世界給我的種種感受,唯有靜下來好好寫些什麼的時候,我覺得自己最像自己,已經不必再有任何心理狀態的偽裝。 也歡迎來追蹤我的方格子帳號:https://vocus.cc/user/5be04756fd89780001719c13

another mother's love

I used to wish my aunt was my mother, but an aunt is an aunt. After reading for a few years, I prefer to call her aunt, because her existence allows me to have someone who I understand that she loves me and that I love her very much. aunt. Aunt is not my mother because I have my own mother and no relationship can be replaced, only rebuild, repair or create.
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Looking forward to having a mother who loves you may be the expectation of every child in childhood, not only the child, but even as an adult, the love from a mother is also the desire in my heart.


When I was a child, I always felt that I lacked maternal love, because most of my mother's efforts were on my father. When I had long memories, my parents would always quarrel. I am often away from home. I still remember a time when my mother went out early in the morning, and I cried for a long time while holding my mother-like clothes.


Time has allowed me to grow, but it has also separated me from my mother. I couldn't agree with the way my mother raised me, so I finally moved to my grandpa's house according to my mother's instructions. At first, I felt very lonely, but after a long time, I didn't want to go home at all. I like to live in my grandpa's house, because there is an aunt who loves me. She has taken me to buy clothes since the sixth grade of elementary school. , eat supper, and occasionally buy small snacks or toys for me when we go shopping together in the market.


I cling to my aunt because for the first time I felt someone loved me and cared about me, so wherever she went, I would follow her like a follower. Every night, I sit at my desk reading and doing homework, but I always think in my heart, "When will my aunt come home?"


I used to wish my aunt was my mother, but an aunt is an aunt. After reading for a few years, I prefer to call her aunt, because her existence allows me to have someone who I understand that she loves me and that I love her very much. aunt. Aunt is not my mother because I have my own mother and no relationship can be replaced, only rebuild, repair or create.


Years later, I got married, and I had another mother—my mother-in-law. At first, I was always shy to call her "Mom", because for so many years, "mother" was a strange character to me. My mother used to dislike children calling her mother, but I knew she had my daughter in her heart. , so once upon a time, I was always a little cautious to hide myself and get along with her, but the more I wanted to be loved, the more I couldn't even play myself well, what exactly is maternal love? I always feel lost.


After becoming a wife, I suddenly fell ill. At first, I didn't dare to let my biological mother know. I was worried that her original melancholy mood would be affected, so I closed my heart tightly, but occasionally I lay on the hospital bed. I really want to confess to her in a limited life.


It takes courage to know that I am worthy of being loved. I couldn’t summon the courage to talk to my in-laws about my illness. I was afraid that I would be a burden to others, but fortunately, I have a husband who believes in love more than I do. He told my father-in-law and mother-in-law about everything for me, and everything I worried about became superfluous! They care about me, love me, take care of my needs and sadness, and after leaving the hospital, I can always drink a big pot of chicken soup that my mother-in-law made for me.


I'm very lucky! I have another mother, my mother-in-law has a warm smile; I have an aunt who loves me, and I want to thank her for accompanying me through most of my childhood. Whenever I think of my aunt, I always feel hugged ;What's more gratifying, when I opened my heart and tried to tell my mother how I felt and what happened, I found that we are no longer the fragile mother and daughter of the past, and now I can talk to my mother about my own. That's right, and I know she loves me! Thank God for giving me so much maternal love, and I want to love like this in my lifetime.


 At the gate of the hometown, are the two bougainvillea plants that hug tightly still waiting day and night for the return of the floating cloud wanderer? - Zeng Meiling "Future Rhapsody"


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