The amnesiac mother

On May Day, I went back to my hometown to see my mother.

My mother has lost her memory and has basically forgotten about the past decade or so. As soon as I got home, my mother asked me: Are you still teaching? Is it time for the child to go to school? I answered one by one, even though my mother would ask later, and even though I had to answer seven or eight times in the afternoon. Tomorrow, I suddenly realize that I am very happy. Look, my mother's infinite concern for her children and grandchildren will be reflected in repeated inquiries. Perhaps if I were to be with my mother for a long time, I would feel a bit numb to such questions, but at this moment, I am particularly happy because I feel that my mother's five or six inquiries in the afternoon express her love five or six times; More importantly, I repeated the answer five or six times, and my mother received comfort and happiness five or six times.

My father has passed away for so many years, and my mother has always been in loneliness. Communicating with her children has given me comfort, but how can we, as children and grandchildren, make up for the pain of losing our husband? Tomorrow I will come back, and my mother's words about my father are surprisingly concise and not repeated. My mother looked at me with a trembling voice and said, 'Your father has been gone for so many years and hasn't even given me a dream. Does he live well alone and no longer miss home?' Hearing this, I didn't know how to respond and could only look away from the questioning gaze

I remember when my father was still alive, my mother often said that my father didn't do a good job and didn't expect that. But at the same time, she brought my father foot wash water to relieve him of the fatigue of the day, and then took out the turbid water after washing and poured it out. Now, hearing my mother's question, I understand. My mother has amnesia, and I can't remember what she just said. Most of the events in the past decade, except for my father's death, have been forgotten. How can I believe that my father really hasn't come back? Perhaps in my mother's dreams, my father always appears, just like how my mother asked me five or six times in the afternoon, and the next morning, my mother forgot again.

My mother kept asking what month and day it would be tomorrow, and then said, "I think it's summer vacation." Sister in law smiled and said, "You just think of summer vacation." My mother knew she had miscalculated the time again and smiled a bit embarrassed, commenting, "By summer vacation, they will all be back, and I can see the grandchildren." My nearly eighty year old mother was like a child, laughing and chatting.

A mother forgets many things, but she never forgets her love and concern for her children. Before leaving, my mother said, don't come back too much in a year. Just two or three trips are enough. I'm getting old and can't walk far anymore. Just come back and have a look. So, I embarked on a journey away from home, once again far away from my mother. What I left behind for my mother was longing, but what I took away was happiness.