Holly D Salter
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Mom and Dad, I miss you.
Mom and Dad, I miss you. Mom and Dad, how are you doing? Every time I call you, it is actually a time when I am very tired. But when I hear your kind and warm voices, all my worries are forgotten, and my mind is filled with your smiling faces when you come home for New Year. From your words, I felt that the rice in my hometown was ripe, the pigs at home grew strong, and my younger siblings at home did well in their exams. However, I know nothing about you. Because, you will not tell me that you have added gray hair on your head, you will not tell me about your health, you will not tell me that my mother's blood sugar is low, you will not tell me that my father's back is bent again, you will not tell me that you only stir-fry a dish for dinner, you will not tell me that you often think about the children insomnia, you will not tell me that you are pinching your fingers every day to calculate the day the children come home, you will not tell me You look at the weather forecast only to see Shenzhen and Dongguan, you will not tell me that you save a few dollars and vendors bargaining ......
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Families
I am your sister
When you were a child, you had a pair of big shiny eyes, and from time to time, you discharged at your uncles and uncles to please many people. I still remember my uncle used to carry you on his shoulders, all the way to the kiosk and buy you all kinds of novelty snacks, and you were always so excited, with a wobbly step, carrying a transparent plastic bag, but the snacks were thrown all over the floor.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Families
Love, give a hug
He is the only son of his family, a country boy who, after graduating from college, came to work in a big city. The year he got married, in this city also has a small home of its own, perhaps grown up, perhaps busy work, is rarely have time to go home, only the New Year's time, only from far away from the city to rush home for the New Year, stay a few days. Counting these years, on the mother's side, the day is only a few.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Humans
Mother, forgive your son before he understands you
After the Spring Festival, probably because of excessive holiday work, my mother's leg pain intensified, looking at my mother's pain, my wife and I advised her to go to the hospital for a checkup, but my mother is always superstitious, saying that not out of the first month of the 15th is the New Year, it is not good to go to the hospital, will be unlucky. I was repeatedly persuaded to no avail, so I had to admit my mother's nature. This matter also gradually faded after I went to work, just letting my wife care more. It was not until after the 15th, that my mother's "little sister" - my sister, let my brother-in-law pulled to the hospital for a checkup. I learned from my wife's mouth that my mother was a little reluctant, saying that she would like me to accompany her to the examination. I didn't care, I thought it was the same for anyone, it was a checkup anyway, besides, my son-in-law is also half a child, and he should also do his filial duty. My wife blamed me, a son like me is considered to have been raised for nothing. I retorted that it was enough to have a good daughter-in-law. So for the second time, I let my wife accompany my mother to the hospital because of the so-called busy work. The third time, my mother almost pleaded with me and said: are you that busy? If not, you can accompany me to work after the injection, and I will take the bus back by myself. My mother's words made me feel more ashamed than ever, and what made me feel even more guilty was the treatment process in the hospital.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Families
My son has grown up
Since ancient times, the fish and bear's paw can not be both, there must be gains, away from the wonderful outside, imprisoned in a small space, lonely time often secretly tears, think about the outside world, the heart will be tempted, can only do this life in the cage of the bird, no longer fly the day? The pain at the bottom of the heart may only be known to oneself, to say out can only become the laughing stock of others, to get the consolation is only if I had known it would not be necessary at the beginning. The good thing is that my son's cleverness and loveliness have smoothed out the loneliness and enriched my mediocre life, my son is my life and has transformed me from a small complainer into a happy mother.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Families
How's it going?
You are 60 years old and still busy with your children, aren't you tired? Is it, really tired? Tired, come to my home, see my 10 years of struggle outside, see I finally have a nest of their own. This nest is also yours, because without you where there is me?
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Families
In the next life you will be my child
The reason for this is that the mother and father have never had a son in their lives, and the mother always feels sorry for the father because of this, and it has become a regret in the mother's life. The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're getting into. The fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things. Now that Mom has been gone for eight years, my children have grown up, and I have entered the ranks of middle-aged people, my views and perceptions of many things have changed greatly. Gradually, I feel that I should not have such a pact with Mom. The fact is that you'll be able to get a lot more than just a few of these. The fact is that you can find a lot of people who have been in the business for a long time. No! I don't want my mom to pay for me anymore! I want to pay her back in my lifetime, and the best way I can pay her back, in my understanding, is to be her mother, so I boldly thought, "Mom, may you be my child in the next life!
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Families
Come home, child.
"Dear Dad," I wrote, "I want to go home." I sat on the side of the congested highway for a long time thinking about it, then tore the letter up and crumpled it into a ball. I had written the beginning of this letter many times, but never really finished it. I wanted to go home, to my parents and sisters' home, but ......
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Fiction
A beautiful lie, a destined encounter
The old man with frosty temples is sitting alone in a room that is not very spacious but so silent that you can hear the wind blowing leaves, the old man's face is crawling with the traces of age, one by one, engraved on a slightly thin face, the more he looks old and powerless.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Families
My father and I
For a long time, I have wanted to write about my father, but despite this strong desire, I have not been able to do so. When I picked up the pen, too many things came to my mind, too many memories, too many deep emotions, and I even felt like crying, but the tears finally did not flow. My feelings for my father are some respect, some love, some fear, and some resentment, so complicated that I can't tell them apart.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Families
A mother's love is like water, a father's love is like a mountain
A father's love is the reincarnation of a lifetime of suffering, as selfless as a mother's love! Mother's love is a repetitive disappointment, falling to the ground without a sound, falling to the water without a trace.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Families