On a rainy day, different identities have different moods

When I was single, walking in the rain felt a little lonely and a little melancholy.

When you have a partner, walking in the rain feels romantic and sweet, even exciting and interesting.

When I was a mother, I pushed a cart (about 20 kg) with one hand and then held an umbrella with one hand. I felt that the hand pushing the cart was about to twist. When I got home, I found that not only adults and children were wet, but even the comforting quilt of the child in the bag was wet. When I got home, I had to dispose of all the clothes and items that were wet, and then I quickly cooked rice, fed medicine, and helped the child take a bath. ......, within half an hour of returning home, I was in a deep sense of powerlessness, and my emotions of self-pity were full to the highest point.

When things are slowly dealt with one by one, I am proud of being a mother, waiting for my husband to come home and see the kitchen that has been cleaned up, the laundry that has been washed and dried, and the children who have fallen asleep. ...and my hungry stomach.