Stepmother's love

When I was 9 years old, my mother died of illness. I don’t know what death means yet, and I don’t know how to be sad. I just cry out of fear of the clouds on Lord’s face. From then on, my father, who was a teacher, had to take care of more than 40 students in the class as well as my sister and me.

My father had to learn all the housework from scratch. Even though he was often in a hurry, my sister and I were still disheveled and looked sallow. Every time I baked my hands and feet covered with frostbite on the fire, I couldn't help but shed tears and miss my mother.

Two years later in the fall, my stepmother walked into our four-walled home.

During the days when I missed my mother, my heart was gradually covered by a hard shell, and I became more sensitive, extreme, cold and cunning than children of the same age.

My stepmother was the incarnation of a witch in my young mind. Although my sister and I had neat and tidy clothes and had hot meals and dishes every day, my heart was still stubborn. He refused her until the mountain fire came——

On the night when the fire burned in the small town, the wind was very strong, so my father went up the mountain to put out the fire with the fire-fighting team organized by his work unit. My stepmother led my sister and me to lie down early.

When I was sleeping soundly, I was suddenly shaken awake by my stepmother. The red firelight and crackling noise outside the window made me wake up immediately from my sleep. Before my sister and I could put on our clothes, my stepmother He picked up my sister, held my hand and ran outside. I was completely petrified by the look of horror on my stepmother's face and the sound of roaring fire, and for the first time I obeyed and let her lead me.

The fire chased us crazily, and soon I was out of breath, and my stepmother was also panting rapidly. When we ran to a pile of gravel, my stepmother put my sister down and yelled at my sister and I to lower our heads, while she knelt down and used her hands to pick up the gravel like crazy.

The hard sand and gravel had condensed into a thick crust over time, and soon the stepmother's hands began to bleed, but she didn't know it at all, and she kept picking at them like crazy. After digging out two holes, my mother pushed down my sister's and my heads, and then tightly protected our heads with her arms. Along with the roar of the flames, the smell of burnt flesh passed through the air.

One fire head passed by, and another fire head was about to arrive. Taking advantage of the gap between the two fire heads, my stepmother took my sister and me and ran away. When we ran to the small river where people gathered, the clothes of my stepmother, sister and I were all burned with sparks. Someone shouted: "Pour water on your body!"

Stepmother was killed. He poured water on my sister and me. Suddenly, my sister pointed at stepmother's hands in horror and shouted: "Hands, your hands!" Only then did we see that the nails on stepmother's hands had fallen off and the bones were white. The stepmother was shocked at first, then tore off the turned-up skin on the back of her hand, and then she fainted in the water.

At that moment, as a young person, I knew what heartache meant. It was not a mood, it was real pain. Throwing ourselves at the unconscious stepmother, my sister and I cried out the word "Mom" for the first time.

My stepmother woke up to the cries of my sister and me, with a smile on her lips but tears in her eyes.

When I was 15 years old, my father and stepmother broke up. The judge asked me whether I was with my father or my mother. I saw the helplessness and sadness in my stepmother's eyes, and I asked her: "Mom, will you have me?"

She was stunned for a moment, and then Nodding heavily. So, I stayed with my mother, my stepmother.

The stepmother works as a temporary worker in a shoe factory, and the salary is very low. In order to earn more money, she would go to a clothing store to pick up the cut trousers material after get off work every day, often processing it until late at night.

Long-term fatigue made her fall ill. I dug out the money my stepmother had saved and wanted to send her to the hospital, but my stepmother refused because the money was my tuition for the next semester. So, I decided to give up studying and secretly went to a hotel to work as a handyman. My stepmother found me and repeatedly urged me to go back to study. When I refused, my stepmother raised her hand and hit my face with her palm. Her tears also fell.

This was the only time my stepmother hit me, but it made me realize the depth and depth of maternal love more deeply. The next day, I carried my schoolbag while crying.

The stepmother finally lay down due to excessive physical exertion. One day, my stepmother drank half a bowl of porridge and seemed to be in a good mood. She asked me if I still remembered what happened when I was a child before she married my father. She wanted to hear about it.

I understand that my stepmother wanted to know about the relationship between my biological mother and me, for fear that she would not love me enough! The only thing that is clear in my memory about my biological mother is that whenever spring comes, I always fold When I brought a few willow sticks home, my biological mother pulled off the bark with her hands, cut them into sections more than an inch long, and cut the thinner end into a trumpet shape. A willow flute was ready, and I started playing it and running around like crazy. Play it up. After my biological mother passed away, I couldn’t play the willow flute I made myself, so I never played the willow flute again.

After hearing this, my stepmother smiled and said, "Mom can also make willow flutes. When spring comes, I will make them for you..." Then a desire arose in my heart, which is about eternity and eternity. The depth of the sea...

Spring in the North always comes too late. My stepmother finally failed to wait for the spring, and I also failed to play the willow flute again.

In the spring, I buried my stepmother’s ashes on the mountain in my hometown, next to my biological mother’s grave.

It is an incomparable happiness for a person to have a stepmother who loves him deeply.

Stepmother