Mother at the Wedding When I was 13 years old, I lost my father.

It was my mother who worked hard to hold up a sky with little rain for me, so that I could successfully complete my college studies.

I was lucky enough to be hired by a large company, and the salary was very generous. Within two years of working there, the God of Love suddenly came to me.

The person who loves me deeply is none other than the son of the person in charge of the company.

He is handsome, handsome, and graduated from a key university. He is excellent in all aspects. I am immersed in the happiness of love.

After less than half a year of being together, he asked me to get married.

Our wedding was held in one of the largest hotels in the city.

That day, he and I stood in front of the hotel, welcoming so many relatives and friends.

For a time, the blessings and praises from the guests came like a tide, making me feel like I was in a dream, and I really felt a little drifting.

Before the wedding banquet begins, there is a small ceremony, that is, the bride and groom salute their parents.

When the host told us that the wedding was about to begin, I saw my mother sitting in the most inconspicuous corner of the hall, dressed as usual, with white hair.

I thought to myself that my mother shouldn’t dress up properly. After all, this is her daughter’s wedding!

I regret that I was too busy and did not ask my mother.

The mother looked very reserved, as if she was at a loss.

Compared with my boyfriend's parents, there is a huge difference.

To embarrass my mother on stage?

No!

I looked at the host, and suddenly an idea came to me. I walked over and whispered to the host: My mother is not in good health and she is afraid of making noise, so don't let her come to the front desk!

After the host nodded, he announced that the wedding had officially begun. We walked to the front stage slowly to the wedding march. The host invited the groom's parents to come to the stage and said: The newlyweds please salute their parents and thank them for their many years of upbringing.

These four words of "nurturing grace" made my heart tremble suddenly. Looking at my mother in the audience, I saw her wiping away tears.

Although there seemed to be something stuck in my heart, but then I thought again, I am her whole world.

(Sad) My happiness is her happiness. The tears she sheds at this time should be tears of joy.

A few days after the wedding, my mother reluctantly left us, with tears in her eyes when she left.

Half a year later, I went to attend the wedding banquet of my colleague Ju.

When the host invited the parents of the bride and groom to come to the stage, I was stunned: I saw a mother being pushed to the front stage in a wheelchair.

Host introduction: This is the mother of the bride.

The fast-talking Ju took the microphone: Today is the happiest moment in my life, and I want my mother to share the happiness with me.

Although my mother could not walk like a normal person, she gave me all her love.

In my mind, she will always be a great mother!

Suddenly, the applause in the hall covered everything up.

At this moment, my heart felt pain like it was being pricked by needles. I thought of my wedding half a year ago and my mother who shed tears at the wedding. I was so ashamed that I felt ashamed. Only then did I understand that a moment of vanity,

How sad!

Mother's Secret Mother's Secret Text / Lin Haiyin I saw my mother sobbing, and it was Uncle Han who bent his arms to hug her.

In her uncontrollable crying, the mother said intermittently: No, I have a child, and I don’t want to have another child. My mother became a widow at the age of 28.

When my mother came back from Qingdao for the funeral, my grandmother also came from Tianjin. The first thing she said when she saw her mother was: pack up, take the children and go back to live in Tianjin.

Although my mother cried bitterly and threw herself into her grandmother's arms, she shook her head and said, "No, we will just live like this, as if he has not come back yet."

Since we decided to take my brother and me to stay in Peking, my mother seemed to have come back from a strong wind. The wind stopped and she patted the dust off her body.

Our lives quickly returned to normal under her condolences.

Under the night light, we did not feel lonely or empty because of the loss of our father.

My mother has not changed. When she encounters her younger brother being naughty, she still tilts her head, puffs out her mouth, pretends to be angry and says to her younger brother: If your father were here, he would slap his palms.

She used to say that if your father comes back, he will hit his palms exactly the same way.

In this way, three years passed.

One spring three years later, a guest came to our home. He was an ordinary guest, just like any other guest.

His mother entertained him politely and cordially, which was her mother's usual character. This character was also influenced by her father's hospitality in the past.

What's more, this guest we call Uncle Han was originally a classmate of my father's college days and a senior of my mother's middle school days.

With these two relationships, Uncle Han is indeed more familiar with us than other guests.

He came back from a distant place, and after hearing the news about his father's death, he came specially to visit us.

Soon, he was transferred to Peking, and we had more contacts.

One hot summer night, I woke up disturbed by mosquitoes crawling into my mosquito net.

At this time, I heard something. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and looked out through the gauze curtain. I was frightened by the two figures under the dim yellow light. I held my breath.

I saw my mother sobbing, and it was Uncle Han who bent his arms to hug her.

In her uncontrollable crying, the mother said intermittently: No, I have a child, and I don't want to do it anymore. Is it because I am afraid that I will treat the child badly?

It was Uncle Han's voice.