parents love

On a Saturday last month, my parents came to see me by car and brought two or three bags of green vegetables. The refrigerator was suddenly full and exploded, but my heart was full of warmth. Maybe it's because I haven't eaten the vegetables grown by my parents for many months, so I feel so special!

Since the way home is getting closer, I have become more frequent. I take the train north in the early morning, have lunch with my parents at noon, and drink coffee with my northern friends in the afternoon. It can be said to be a perfect one-day trip. . Although the transportation cost has increased greatly, the thought of seeing my parents is worth it.

Every time we meet, my parents always persuade me to go home and spend the night, not to go back and forth all the time. Once I get too tired, they also want to talk to me more, but I understand that this move may make another person. family members are troubled.

I smiled and replied with a serious tone: "Oh, don't be so troublesome! Anyway, it takes at most an hour and a half to take the tram. Compared with the time when I lived in the central suite in the past, this road is really much closer. Besides, if I really go home, where will the family members who have been sleeping in my room sleep? It’s impossible for them to sleep in the living room!”

After hearing this, Dad replied in seconds: "Then I'll sleep in the living room, you and mom can sleep together." I had to turn to explaining that I would recognize the bed, and every time I went back to the north for a few days, even if it was my own room, the first night You can't sleep well, and it will hurt your body! I don't know if it's because I've talked for a long time, or because I know what might happen, they also started to respect my decision.

Because of this, I didn't enter my room for half a year, and I almost forgot what it looked like. However, seriously, my room is no longer my room. Although my books, my clothes, and my belongings are still in their original places, I am no longer allowed to enter and exit freely.

I occasionally imagine that if I hadn't chosen the path of "Abandonment" at that time, would I still be able to keep my locomotive and my room? If you choose to fight, what will happen now? However, I can't help but be thankful that I finally escaped, so I don't have to continue to endure the suffocating high-pressure environment.

After leaving, it took a while to calm down. Although I am sorry for my parents for this decision, I know very well that I will get sick if I stay in that state all the time. After all, another family member finally chose to leave this home for the same reason.

After my family's heart got sick, I realized that being sick is not a matter of one person, but a huge storm that affects the whole family. The sick person is in pain, and the caregiver is carefully accompanied. Seeing the situation spiral out of control, there is still nothing we can do but to deflect the unspeakable heaviness and depression in our own way.

Whenever I ask about the situation at home, my parents always say that it's fine. Everything is the same. As long as you don't stay in the same space, you'll be fine. It only hurts to hear that, because they will be forced to delay their meal for an hour or two. The most sad part is that they have to receive those emotional words often and comfort me not to pay too much attention to those words.

Unless there is a conflict, my parents will cry a little bit. After the complaint is over, I will add "It's Okay Now" as the ending. Don't worry too much, everything is over. I knew in my heart that it was a well-intentioned lie, but I couldn't bear to point it out. I could only do what I could do at this stage and listen. Maybe they would feel better in their hearts!

One might wonder, why not take sick family members to the doctor? I actually found some good hospitals and consultation clinics, and I planned to accompany them, but the other party said that he would go to see them and didn't need anyone to accompany them, and then it was over. I said, "Can you accompany me to the hospital?"

In the past ten years, parents have played the most difficult roles in this family. No matter what setbacks or difficulties a family member has encountered, or a disease that is difficult to understand, even though they are full of intolerance and worries, Sometimes they even use sharp language to cover up those who care and concern from the heart. Even if they are not understood, it does not matter. They still firmly build those seemingly natural but actually very solid protective walls for their family members.

Seeing my parents give without any regrets, I am very distressed and reluctant to give up. I often tell them, can you be nice to yourself, can you think about what you want first, instead of always putting your family first. It's just that my parents are still willing after listening to my broken thoughts.

We live very ordinary lives, but we are still placed in a very important position by our parents! I think this should be love, an irreplaceable and precious love! Although I hope they can love themselves more, but I can only comfort myself, it is the most important thing for them to be happy!