Love of success

In the evening, my husband couldn’t eat at home because he went to the mine for inspection, and only our son and us were left at home. Taking my son back, cooking, eating, washing, checking his homework and so on were all carried out in such an orderly manner. We felt lonely and calm in our hearts. Maybe we have been used to this kind of life. I kept busy, my son was sitting on the sofa watching TV, feeling a little lonely in the room. Mom, when will my dad come back? Why hasn’t he come back yet? My son asked me from time to time when watching TV. Dad went to the mine, and it took a long time. I told my son. My son stopped talking and continued to watch his TV. After I packed everything up, I told my son to go to bed. When I just got to bed, he took a book, and I took a book. Only the sound of turning books and the ticking of clocks were heard in the room. Time slipped over while we were turning over books. Looking at the time, I said: baby, go to sleep. We have to get up early to go to school tomorrow! My son was very obedient. He closed the book and lay on the bed against me. Mom, why hasn’t Dad come back? He can’t drink bars? He won’t be unable to find a home after drinking too much, will he? Son said. I smiled and said to my son: Silly boy, how could dad drink? He was working, and it would take a long time to go to the mine. Dad had to take a bath after he went up the well, and also had to make work records, besides, I don’t know which mine to go to today. Maybe it’s too far! My son seemed to know something, though he still didn’t know what the mine looked like to him. I said: go to bed early. Dad will come back when you fall asleep. I picked up the phone and checked the time at 10: 30. My son continued: Mom, does dad really know how to drink bars? When he comes back after drinking too much, you should quarrel again. I am most afraid of your quarrel. At this moment, my heart thumped, I couldn’t tell what I felt in my heart, and I was no longer anxious for my son’s delay in sleeping. My son’s words seemed to open the gate of five flavors in my heart, but more is a kind of sour pain. The Silent Night made my heart more lonely, and its silent arrival brought me more guilt for my son. I didn’t expect that, the invisible shadow brought to my son by letting my own mouth and mind vent is constantly hurting the child’s young heart. I stroked my son’s head and said, “go to sleep, my son. I’m not afraid. My parents won’t quarrel, and I won’t quarrel any more. My son huddled up, stroked my arm with his chubby little hand, put his face on my chest, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

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