"Auntie" is actually not a mother, but a sister's mother-in-law. Only in my heart, she is as old as my own grandmother, and we are both dragons, only 48 years old, as old as my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law and daughter are also dragons, and they are 48 years apart. Although she is only my sister's mother-in-law, she is the "aunt" that our sisters all love. In my heart, she carries all my imagination of grandma. I don't know if they feel the same way, but when we talk about aunt together, our hearts are warm.
I didn't attend my sister's wedding, but I secretly cried when she left home. My eldest sister left a lot of gaps in my life, eight years apart, so that she never took anything from me. She only loves me and cares about me, which makes me attached to her. But no matter how hard I try, I can't keep up with her growth.
I can remember that she went to school, I went to school, she went to school elsewhere, I went to other places, she went far away, I was still studying, she was getting married, and she became someone else's family from then on. I don't want to give up, but I can't help letting my sister go. It was only then that I still had some resentment towards the man who married my sister. I didn't expect that I could have a brother who loves us, let alone an "aunt" like my grandmother.
I know my sister is getting married, but I'm not ready yet. She got married after all, and I didn't witness her happiness because I went to school. But time has proved her original choice.
I still remember seeing "Auntie" for the first time when I went to my sister's house. She is not tall, with a kind face, white hair tied in a bun and a little hunched. She likes to walk behind her back and wear old clothes. What she said was Shangqiu dialect, which I didn't fully understand at first, and it was ambiguous. She called others "wild". At first, I knew that this person was tall. Later, I knew that she meant short, but her expression relaxed me. Anyway, I just couldn't understand it.
My sister and brother-in-law have to go to work, and my aunt will help them with their children. My nephew was only a few months old at that time. During the holiday, my aunt and I watched him together. In fact, I was naive at that time and didn't understand what my mother-in-law meant. More often, I thought she was grandma, just called "aunt". I am happy with her for no reason. I didn't know she was just my sister's mother-in-law. Many mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had many contradictions, and our family didn't exist. "Auntie" takes good care of us, and our love for her old man has never been enough.
Auntie was almost seventy at that time. If my sister and they get off work at night, "Auntie" will take me for a walk. The two of us, arm in arm, walked under the street lamp and on the roadside. She seems to know everything and understand everything. Anyway, I feel comfortable with my aunt. No pressure, no generation gap, no distance. It seems that we are my lost relatives.
The days with my aunt are very stretching. I didn't expect her to be my sister's mother-in-law, and she didn't expect me, even though I was a useless child in the eyes of others. I don't listen, I don't study, I don't like people, and I'm not beautiful. Everyone saw that my head was big. I am completely relaxed only when I am with menstruation. Her love is not required or reserved.
At that time, I was still at school. I don't know the complexity of marriage and the meaning of mother-in-law. I'm just surprised that someone in this world will call me a "good boy" and love me unconditionally. I made up my mind to be kind to my aunt when I grow up.
Later, I also grew up, and I was at a loss for many life puzzles. I don't know many things, and I can't believe that society is complicated and life will be sinister.
I won't tell my parents or my sister's brother-in-law, but only my "aunt". She always listens to me patiently and is good at enlightening me. Although she has never been to school and can't read, it doesn't prevent her from getting an education.
I just like listening to her tell me about life. There is no rhetoric, but she is just saying it, as if it were just plain language, and it is so useful to say it in her unique tone. There are no machines I hate, no lectures I can't stand, and no random accusations.
No matter how difficult the problem is, my aunt can always convince me easily. After marriage, my nephews all went to school, and "Auntie" was much more relaxed. My aunt chats with me and cooks for me when I am free. "Aunt" also likes to say that she has no money to give me, and she can't help me, and that I don't dislike her, but she gives me endless love. How could I not like her?
When my daughter was young, if I went to my elder sister's house, menstruation always rushed to babysit and wash diapers for her. She is over seventy years old. How can I want her to work again? I can wash it, but I can't, so I hid it. In this way, my aunt tried her best to help me.
Aunt is an old lady in the countryside. She has never been particularly rich in her life, but she is also very rich. Everyone who comes into contact with her loves her very much. She is a spiritual millionaire. She has endless wisdom and can easily solve all the problems given to her by God.
Although life is not easy, she is still optimistic. Although her life was rough, she suffered too much when she was young. When she was young, her uncle died, leaving her eight children. Eldest brother is only a teenager, brother-in-law is not sensible, and fourth sister is younger. Even now, imagination is sad. What's more, the material was extremely scarce at that time, and there was no place to apply for subsistence allowances. She must grow vegetables and cook by herself. She must make clothes and shoes by herself. She must do everything by herself.
Aunt has done too many difficulties and suffered endless hardships all her life. We just imagine that we can't fully empathize, but I seldom hear her complain about anyone. She always plays down the pain. Even "Auntie" has seen the Japanese devils, and she witnessed the crimes they committed in China. This is the only thing I heard about her atmosphere.
"Auntie" told me that "Japanese children" are very bad, how to burn them and how to rob them, and told me that some people hide in sweet potato pits and will be set on fire if they are found. Only when she talked about this topic did she get excited, just as the government gave them humanitarian help when there was a disaster in Japan. "Auntie" is puzzled, yes! Such a kind old man, she seldom bears grudges against others in her life, and she can't let go, which shows how cruel the Japanese devils were in China.
"Dear, do you know how difficult it was at that time, aunt? Your uncle didn't, and your brother didn't have the money to go to school. I borrowed it from a family, 20 yuan, borrowed more than half of the village, and didn't borrow it ... "
Her tone of voice is very calm, I am very touched! I wonder why I don't live in our village and why I don't borrow it from my mother, who is never stingy. Listening to "auntie" telling the past is more shocking than listening to stories. A weak mother, for the sake of her beloved child, has become invincible unconsciously.
My aunt told me a lot, and I have grown a lot. After listening to her story, I feel that my suffering is nothing compared with her.
Intentionally or unintentionally, an "aunt" dissolved a lot of resentment in my heart. Whenever I can't get over it, I will be suddenly enlightened when I think of "Aunt". Whenever I am tired, imagine my "aunt" and I won't feel tired. Whenever I feel that life is short, I will think of "Auntie" and think that we are really happy.
The emaciated "aunt" supported such a big family with her unreasonable shoulders, four sons and four daughters. I really can't imagine how hard it is for her to marry a daughter-in-law for her children and send her brother-in-law to school. "Aunt" told me that at that time she worked day and night, doing things during the day and making baskets at night to earn money. She was really tired and had a rest. This is how she raised eight children.
She never expresses her contribution and never talks about the right or wrong of others. She just likes to keep working. She filled the days with hard work, buried her sufferings in her heart, and brought everyone together with endless love.
Today, "Auntie" has five rooms under one roof, and she still cares about everyone. I called her yesterday, but she still said hello to everyone. For the first time, she called me "good boy" and "good boy". My sister and brother-in-law who were listening laughed.
I can't celebrate my aunt's birthday myself. I can't calm down when I think of what she did to me in the past. I just write my true feelings with my immature pen. My dear "aunt", the kindest grandmother in my heart, gave me the warmth of love, inspired my life, and personally demonstrated to us what a leisurely life is.