On the 30th of Tet, I watched my mother squint and smile, struggling to water B1 for a few branches of apricot snow like dry firewood in the house, but suddenly my heart felt strangely light. Over 30 years of living in this world, only the last 3 or 4 years I feel that my life is worth being proud of.
Everyone has a choice for themselves, but no matter what the outcome or the process, it is still the path that they have chosen. For me, taking care of my mother is the path I am determined to go to the end.
It sounds like a big deal, but in fact, everything is very simple for me, it’s just that instead of prioritizing pampering myself, I want to prioritize my mother more. Fortunately, my wife is a woman of understanding and reason, even though I always listen to my mother the most, she always supports me wholeheartedly.
But it must be my luck, my mother and daughter-in-law are even closer than I would have liked. She has been a bride for 4 years, which is also the first 4 Tet holidays in my life when I see my mother so happy and eager to look forward to Tet.
Ever since my mother married my father and gave birth to me, her life seemed to take a different turn, a road that if she could see the future, she would never have set foot in it.
At the age of 20, my mother was pregnant with me, at the age of 21 without a job, unfinished school became a mother and a wife, but the most difficult thing was to become a daughter-in-law. My father is a conservative and extremely patriarchal man. He always puts his family line first and the interests of his wife and children will be determined last.
Worse for my mother at the age of 20, everything is out of control, she has nothing in her hand, so she has no voice in the family. Therefore, where my grandmother’s house was, my mother had to bear it, never once dared to speak out against it.
My grandfather’s house opened a restaurant selling vegetarian food, it can be said to be the most famous restaurant in the city, even customers from far away or tourists also choose this restaurant as a stopover.
It takes someone who has worked at a restaurant or a vegetarian restaurant to understand how busy and busy it is. All ingredients must be prepared by yourself, not like beef or chicken, just run to the market to have it.
When my mother returned to be a bride, she naturally had to rush in to serve the restaurant. My grandmother once visited when my mother was 7 months pregnant, watching her daughter carry her pregnant belly over her, still running at the table, recording orders, carrying items to serve customers, but tears flowed non-stop.