【Little Novel】I spend every day like this

I am a porter.

For me, the most important thing is to have enough food for two meals and have the strength to work and earn money to support my wife and children.

What love is not love, I never thought about it.

My wife and I met twice before getting married.

It has been about seventeen or eighteen years now, and my son is fifteen years old.

Our life has been bad, but my wife never complained.

She may have complained about me, but she can't say it!

Eight years ago, she was knocked down by a van and was in a coma for three days before being rescued.

Doctors said it was a miracle she was so badly injured that she didn't die.

But she was paralyzed, unable to move or speak, and could only eat with her mouth open. How is this different from dying? Maybe it's better to be dead.

In any case, she survived, until now.

She is my wife, and I have the responsibility to take care of her for the rest of my life, no matter whether she can move or speak.

I'm just a porter, I don't have the money to hire a private nurse, and the work of taking care of her falls on my son on weekdays. After my son went to school, he had to rely on neighbors to visit her when he was free. When I don't have to start work, I rush home to feed her water and eat, wipe her body, or talk to her.

Although she couldn't answer, she would keep staring at me as if she could understand what I was saying.

I also know she understands.

Just as there is no good dish at every meal, she is never dissatisfied. Now my go-to dish is her favorite tofu.

Speaking of tofu, she used to cook tofu often, including fried tofu, steamed tofu, Mapo tofu, salt and pepper tofu, as well as tofu soup and fish head tofu soup. The tofu she cooks is delicious, much better than mine.

Or maybe it's just my wishful thinking that she likes tofu. She used to cook tofu often because it's cheap. Anyway, our family loves tofu anyway.

Now my biggest entertainment is feeding her grapes. Every time she was fed grapes, she also became very excited.

I will carefully peel off the skin, cut both sides with a knife, pick off all the cores, and then put the crystal clear grape flesh into her mouth.

Seeing the look on her face when she was chewing grapes, I knew that at least she was content and happy at that moment.

Since my wife's accident, the happiest time was when I told her that I was tired from work, and she grabbed my arm hard. Although it was only for a while, it played a very big inspiring role.

My son and I both believe that she will recover. Will.

She is much better now, and although she still can't speak, she can move her left hand to a limited extent, and as long as we put the food on the spoon, she will be able to bring it to her mouth by herself. Her progress is rapid and it looks like she will recover soon.

There will be no time without frustration.

Once when I came home, I heard my son growl at her. It turned out that she wanted to clean up by herself after pooping, but she only had one left hand to move.

That night, my wife kept her eyes closed and refused to look at me. I think I can understand what she was thinking.

I cried as I cleaned up the mess. I don't blame her, and I can't blame my son.

In fact, I have been neglecting my son, and I have not cared about him for so many years.

However, he is very filial. He was only seven years old when my wife had an accident. From that year on, he not only had to take care of himself, but also to wash and cook, and to take care of his mother who was paralyzed in bed for a long time. But he didn't complain about anything, and he didn't want me to worry.

Without him, I might not be able to do anything.

So, I am lucky.

 postscript:
This is Ash's story.
When I first met Ah Cheng, I told him that I was going to write an album about love and I wanted to do an exclusive interview with him. He flatly refused. He said that he was just an ordinary porter who had not even attended kindergarten and had no idea what love was at all.
After much effort, he finally accepted my interview. After the interview, Ah Cheng reiterated to me seriously: "I just take care of my wife, it's my responsibility, and it's nothing special."

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