My mother is the kind of delicate woman who has to dress up when she goes downstairs to take out the garbage. When I was 12 years old, she divorced her father only because his father threw cigarette butts and ashes into her blue flowerpot, and repeated attempts to dissuade her failed. ...
Relatives and friends came to persuade her, and she only said, "He is very nice, but he just can't get along." Grandma scolded her angrily: "You just read too many books and do too many things."
In grandma's eyes, the son-in-law is tall and handsome, making money and filial to his family. On the contrary, his daughter is willful and selfish, regardless of the feelings of children and parents. It is also difficult for her to understand what her mother complained to her father, such as not taking a shower, throwing clothes and socks, wolfing down meals, having no time to accompany her, and not remembering her birthday and anniversary ... What is the problem? Isn't that what men do?
I still remember when my mother took me away from my old home, she said to me in tears, "I hope you can understand my mother, my life is too long."
When I was 0/6 years old, my stepfather appeared. He is short and plain, but he looks clean and fresh and has a gentle smile. I have no rejection of him.
He will replace his mother's flowers with beautiful flowerpots, match his mother's newly bought light green plaid tablecloth with new dishes and chopsticks, choose a pair of ivory square-heeled shoes for her red dress, and exchange some keys hooked by iron rings for a beautiful key chain.
He would take her hand for a walk by the river, watch the sunset and sunrise, go to the wetland park to take pictures of flowers and birds, tell her the names and stories of each plant, bring back some fallen branches, put them in a quaint vase after going home and put them on my desk.
My mother likes to study recipes. Every time she grandly introduces a new dish, my stepfather will drag me to rinse my mouth, sit neatly at the table, imitate the gourmet, and start to comment on the color and fragrance in my mother's expectant eyes, which will make my mother giggle.
Stepfather is also a holiday freak. He said that there should be festivals in life, and sometimes there should be order, so that the years have a sense of hierarchy. He has different gifts and ways to celebrate different festivals. He will take my mother and me for a walk in nature when the seasons change and see the alternation of time. ...
Once my mother was ill in hospital. When I went to the hospital, I saw a bunch of lilies at her bedside. The fruit was cut into small pieces and put in a clean light green porcelain bowl. Stepfather sat by the bed, reading to his mother. The aunt beside the bed cocked her head enviously and looked at this scene. Suddenly, my nose ached and I finally understood my mother's sentence "Life is too long" ... Admittedly, life is too long, so don't settle for it. ...
If one person stays with another person just for life, and there are no holidays, surprises, feelings and romance in life, it is called cohabitation!