Heart Lies

It is summer at this time, and the heat is hard to bear. The sun setting time is basically 7:55 these days. It was already 8 o’clock after dinner. I was washing the dishes with sweat on my cheek and back. My sister called me. Sister, hurry home. Mom was so angry that she couldn’t eat now when she knew about Dad, wash your face with tears all day long. OK, I’ll be right over. I quickly cleaned up the bowl, ran upstairs to take a shower and get dressed quickly, took the car key and rushed down the stairs. My tears kept flowing out of the stairs, mom is not worthy of her life for dad, too bitter, really too bitter. Since I was two or three years old, I have only known that my mother is the only one who does everything in this family except my mother. Dad to us is good or bad I am little impression of, because he has little time to love we, even if talking to us no time, let alone with us out to play, I don’t remember whether he had pulled the hands of some of our siblings. Of course, until now, my siblings and I have no feelings with him, and I don’t know why I make out with my father like other children. In his eyes, he was not interested in this family except gambling or whoring. My mother was dragged by our four children, and she had to go to the factory to earn money to support us to eat and study. From morning till night, she was busy and frowned. She seldom saw her smile, she often heard her sobbing on the bed alone in the evening. She cried for a long time. Every time she heard it, her heart was twisted like a knife, thinking about how she could help more with her tiny strength. At that time, I was in primary school and went directly to the fireworks factory to earn cash after school every evening. When I went home and put the money in my mother’s hand, it was my happiest time, because I can finally see a smile on my mother’s face again. Yes, I am sensible. Although I earn little money, my mother is content, because finally someone can care about her and feel that she has helped her, but she loves me after all, my child, go home earlier. Don’t be too tired. These words are often mentioned to me. In fact, I know everything. It’s just because my father is too irresponsible that she is so tired and painful that she can’t laugh. She has no reason to be happy, even a thoughtful word had never been received, as if she had stepped into the deep mire of sadness since her marriage. Now when we grow up and have our own home, we seldom stay with our mother, and we don’t know what she has now. Every time we go home, mom always cooks a table of dishes that our sisters like to eat. No matter how tired she is, she will be content to see us live well. She always has a bright smile on her face, which makes us unable to find the endless pain in your heart. She has been working selflessly for the family, for her husband and for the children for 30 years with her father. She always runs the family without saying a word, for the father she loved, she gave all she had. She was 6 years younger than her father, but the trace on her face was obviously more than that of her father. My mother was perfect, so perfect that even when my father came back and wanted to abandon her, he could not find any excuse and reason for her bad in any aspect. I was already sobbing when writing here. My mother was always painful in my heart, but I had no other way to make her happy and comfortable except to guide her with all my heart. Dad, Where is your conscience? Thirty years have passed, when did you let mom worry? When will she be happy? When will she feel comfortable? You always make her sad, worry, grieve and worry about everything. We, as children, see it in our eyes and feel painful in our hearts. We always think that you will have a day to turn back, mom always forbids us to expose your true face, fearing that you will have opinions on us and that we will be hurt by you. She has been thinking for everyone around her, but you, where is your heart, have you washed clothes for her even once? Did you wipe her body once during the more than ten days she lay on the bed after her serious illness operation? Did you wash her head once? Have you washed her face once? Have you ever comforted her? Have you ever loved her 6 years younger than you? You didn’t, you didn’t, you didn’t do anything. I didn’t go to investigate for the time being. Now, you are 56 years old, and you still have to mess around outside. The facts and evidences are all there, but you still have to swear that if I am good with that woman, I will not die. Do you think who will believe your nonsense? You swear too much. Do you think a lie can really come true once a thousand times? You said you were sorry for mom, so you turned around and went out to fool around with other women. You didn’t go home all night, which made mom cry for you all night till dawn. On your birthday, you brought your lover to your home to eat a table of food that mom had worked hard for you. Don’t you think your conscience was eaten by a dog? You gave the fresh dishes that mom planted early in the dark to that bitch at your fingertips, in the name of giving them to business partners. You didn’t do any housework at home, but went to help that woman farm and fertilize. If you have something fresh and delicious, you will be the first one to want to buy more for that woman. For half a year, my mother paid all the living expenses of the family with the salary she earned in the factory. Have you ever thought how tired and painful your wife is? What about you, where are you, where are the money you earned? We know the liver clearly. You are afraid that your lover will suffer. Where is your wife? Should she be your nanny, your servant and your servant? Who will bear what he has done for you? For thirty years, she has been working for this family for three decades. No matter how disorderly you are outside, she has endured it silently, taking all the burdens of this family alone and never quarreling with you, in order to hope that you can come back to her one day. It’s good that you can go home once a week, but you go home and make dozens of phone calls with your lover in front of your mother. How can your wife feel embarrassed? Where are your children’s faces? Dad, Where is your conscience? Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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