Mom, I'm sorry.
I didn't go home this Spring Festival. I know that you have been preparing my favorite hometown specialty since very early, and you have been planning what soup to stew for me on the day I get home. I even know that you drew countless countdown red circles on the calendar, because I once told you the time of the holiday. But I changed my plan temporarily, didn't go home, and even forgot to send one home. I was very busy when I received your overtime at the end of the year. I just replied impatiently: I was too busy to get a ticket. This year's bonus has not been settled, and I don't plan to go back. I don't know why, but I even refused your request to visit me at school. Later, my father told me that you silently put it down that day and then cried. Dad thought you were sad because I didn't go home, but you said: it's too difficult for my daughter to be outside alone, and it's so difficult to go home …
Mom, I'm sorry.
When I am not sensible, I always regard cooking as your obligation. I can be furious with you because the food is not delicious, and I can complain that there is too much oil and water because I am greedy and gain weight. You always have no complaints, and even say cheerfully, "Mom will cook you something better next time." Now drifting in the north. In order to save money, I am upset by oil, salt, sauce and vinegar every day. I just know that cooking is not as romantic as singing in the park. No matter what you do day after day, it won't make people feel romantic. But every time you cook for me, you seem to enjoy it, and even want to learn TV programs and recipes to change my style. Once I held my breath and came home and yelled at you who came to take care of me: you can't do anything but cook! Just nag! At that moment, I saw a flash of silence in your eyes, but you didn't say anything. You silently served me food, put it in the microwave oven, and then walked into the bedroom. At that moment, I regretted it, but I couldn't take back what I said.
Mom, I'm sorry.
I cried when I came to the moon for the first time. You told me carefully, don't eat sour and cold food, don't touch cold water, and keep your waist and abdomen warm. I nodded in agreement, not touching a drop of cold water, even throwing it to you to wash, and began to indulge myself. Once I heard you complain about the abdominal pain caused by the lunar calendar, and soon I saw you washing vegetables with cold water. I forgot that my mother is also a woman coming to the moon, but I didn't share your hard work. I just let you use hot water at will, so you don't have to worry about water and electricity, and then I sat in front of the TV with a hot water bottle.
Mom, I'm sorry.
Growing up, you will remember to celebrate my birthday and let me have fun with my friends. Until one time, I heard someone say: our birthday is mother's good Friday, because on that day, mother experienced the hardships of pregnancy in October and gave birth to us like suffering. But at that moment, I found that I don't even remember your birthday. When I came home that day, I rushed into the kitchen and cried with you, saying, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mom. I never thought that my birthday was a day of your suffering. You are even a little unaccustomed to my hug. Just smile and say, what are you talking about? The day when your mother gave birth to you was the happiest day. How can you not celebrate?
Mom, I'm sorry.
After a dull and depressing middle school life, I began to enjoy my youth unscrupulously after entering the university. Wearing revealing suspenders, pulling hair, perming hair, pulling hair, a bunch of expensive cosmetics, going dancing, singing, going to parties, traveling ... I take your suggestion as wordy and can't wait to hang up on you every time. Because the boy I like is waiting for me downstairs, and my roommate is waiting for me to go shopping and eat ... When I came home that winter vacation, I found that the new machine at home had worn out the digital buttons. Dad told me that every time you want to get through to the switchboard in my dormitory, you don't know how many times to dial the long-distance area and code until the aunt at the door connects to the extension.
Mom, I'm sorry.
At the age of 30, I began to worry about the first wrinkle, only to remember that my mother was not my biological mother, and they used to be girls with good years. I remember one day after work, I took the bus with you, and a young man gave you his seat, which made me realize that you are really old. I never thought that my mother, who has been with me, would age so quickly. When I look at your face again, I find that your temples are gray and your skin is black. No matter how well-fitted clothes and expensive cosmetics are, they can't make you younger. I remember the lovely girl in the old photo, with fine eyes and bright eyes. In the long years, your youth slowly passed away with the yellowing of the photos, but I was unaware of it.
Mom, I'm sorry.
After graduating from college, I began to choose a job. I know how much you want me to be with you. You even married me in my hometown. I am stubborn, but I have to go somewhere else. Your discouragement and tears can't touch my wayward heart. You are worried that I can't eat well and sleep well when I am single. I can't stand the pressure of work. Even when I hear my strange voice in the room, I will worry if I have a cold. In order to see my appearance, you learned to use computer video chat when you were in your 500 s. The first time you saw me from the camera, I saw it. You smiled so happily and contentedly.
Mom, I'm sorry.
Since I left home, hitting people has become your habit. You said it was hard to sleep without hearing my voice for a day. Remember, a few years ago, I went to Mount Everest with a donkey friend. I didn't want to worry you beforehand, so I said I went to Sichuan. I stopped working on Mount Everest, so I continued to play in the dark. When I called home, the first thing I heard was your crying. Your wronged and worried voice is heartbreaking: how can you call me? I'm going crazy. I didn't know that I couldn't get through after I turned it off. Guess if something happens to me. At that time, I changed my job and moved home. I had nothing but yards. You said that the person who was waiting for me in front these two days picked up the receiver as soon as the phone rang. You're afraid that if anything happens to me, you may never find me in your life. It pains me to hear your crying. From now on, I will drive it day and night, just to keep you from being afraid.
Mom, I'm sorry.
After work, I often take you as a chatterbox. I will tell you the joys and sorrows of my work in high spirits or tears, and brag about my great ambitions and dreams without shame. You always listen quietly, even if you don't understand all these topics. However, I never asked you what's wrong, did you feel sick, and I didn't even ask, "How was your day?" I have greeted friends, colleagues and even strangers many times, but I have never asked my flesh and blood relatives once.
Mom, I'm sorry.
In order to give it to my son, I let you use your pension to save. I work, fall in love and live in this magical city, and gradually, the desire to have a small nest strongly occupies my heart. I took a fancy to a small apartment with a sunny balcony and a quiet bedroom. I borrowed and borrowed, scraped together and scraped together, but it was still 50 thousand short. In desperation, I dialed yours. "Mom, I need money. My son is still short of 50 thousand yuan. " When I tell you this, I am ashamed that I have been flaunting my independence and turned into an unfilial "neet". You didn't question or hesitate, but immediately said, "Tell my bank Kaka and I'll remit it right away." The next day, I just looked at the numbers on the screen of the ATM, which was 50,000 yuan more. All this money comes from your meager salary bit by bit. I don't know how long you have saved, and I don't know how much you have saved, so this huge number is there. But you gave it to me without hesitation, without even asking a superfluous word. I sincerely offered to pay you back later, but you smiled: "silly child, my mother has a salary and a son." Isn't all the money my mother saved for you? " It's a pity that my mother only has 50 thousand now If there is, my mother will give it to you. "After I gave birth to the child, I took photos of my son and sent them to you one by one. You're right, but it's a little small, so it's not convenient for mom to live in the future. How inconvenient it is for me to say. We share a bed. You laughed and said that mom snored, for fear that it would affect your rest. My tears flowed down in an instant. Mom, do you know how long it's been since we slept in the same bed?
Today is Mother's Day, so I can't accompany you. In retrospect, I first learned that Mother's Day was in the fifth grade of primary school. At that time, I regarded it as a foreign holiday like Christmas. In order to follow the fashion, I bought you a bright red carnation and told you the origin of Mother's Day. You were a little surprised, and then you were happy. That carnation was carefully inserted in a glass, changed water for it every day, cut off the rotten stems until it shrank and turned black, and then reluctantly threw it into the trash can. When you grow up and have income, I will give you bigger and bigger bouquets. Mother's Day gifts range from diamond brooches to high-end clothes to platinum jewelry-but I won't accompany you. Those flowers and gifts sent by express delivery can't represent my personal wishes. You can only see a dry piece of paper: "Happy Mother's Day, Mom."
However, today I want to say to you: I'm sorry, but I love you. I didn't know how much I love you until I said these ten apologies.
I am half a head taller than you. You can't hold my hand like before, but I will hold your arm. You used to be the mountain in my heart, and now I am your crutch when you are old. You have kept me dependent for nearly 30 years. Can I still make you depend on me for 30 years? Before I can talk to you and go shopping with you, your wrinkles have surfaced.
Mom, I want to know if there is an afterlife. If so, can you let me be your mother in the next life?
I will repay you for all your love and care for me in this life. I will take you to the amusement park, take you to the library, give you ice cream and teach you to sing and dance; When you grow into a gentle and graceful girl, I will dress up your youth with the most beautiful clothes, and all the boys who pursue you must go through my audit; At your wedding, I will personally put on a white wedding dress for you, and at the same time, I will tell the groom to treat you well. ...
Believe me, mom, I will always love you.
Mom, I love you. ...