Wang Yue | When parents are sick

Written in the darkest moment of an only child - when parents are sick

I am 36 years old this year, my zodiac year, and I am a snake. It was my birthday when I started writing, and I spent it amidst the beeping of a bunch of instruments. Lying next to me was my mother, who had just undergone an 8-hour operation, which was very dangerous. I spent the darkest moment of my life on my birthday in my zodiac year? Oh, I feel a little better thinking about it.

I like Iran and I like Iranian movies. There are many life movies in Iran, which are like life itself, showing its fangs inadvertently, and you are in love with life.

One day half a month ago, I was drinking coffee in the sun in Dali when I suddenly received a call from my mother. She told me that she was in the hospital with a high fever. My first reaction was not to go home immediately, as I seemed reluctant to break away from such a carefree life and face the coldness of life. My mother lived alone and was in the hospital alone, and I drank coffee in Dali for another two days before going home. I went to my mother, and she was still receiving an infusion alone.

Not long after, my uncle and aunt came back to accompany my mother. Think about a family like ours, which is scattered in different places due to the great changes in society and only gets together for important events. Maybe as I get older, I find that I can understand them more and more. Sometimes I find that our destinies are so similar and we are so alike.

Seeing a doctor is a cruel and cold thing. You can see crying middle-aged people everywhere in the hospital. They cry in the corridor, at the door of the operating room, on the bed, and in the toilet. You can also see numb people everywhere. A girl in her 20s was suddenly told that she had a terminal illness. Her boyfriend sat on a chair and watched her cry, expressionless, playing with his phone. After a while, she picked up her phone and stopped crying. They were face to face, just like they were eating face to face in a restaurant.

My mother doted on me very much. She didn't let me do anything when my father was seriously ill. Now she has also fallen. My uncle cried and ran out to calm down. Then he came back to my mother's bed. My mother held his hand and said, "Brother, I love you." At this moment, I also cried. I realized that I could not experience this kind of love.

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