Three hugs from my mother

As a child, I always felt separated from my mother. She's a doctor. First and foremost, her patients. In my memory, she was always at the hospital, or ready to go when someone called. She didn't know when I had braids, when I had my period, when I had my first date with a guy.

Mother is always busy, her busy let her ignore me. I suspected I was an unwanted child, and if it were not for my patient and gentle father, I would have run away from home.

When I was 17, I fell in love with a boy, a painter, who was five years older than me. I went out with him behind my mother's back because he had a bad reputation. Some people said the boy was a gangster, but I just liked him. When my mother finally found out, she ordered me to break up with him immediately and locked me in the house.

How could I have listened to her? When the boy came to me, I jumped out of the window and eloped with him.

By train we came to Xi 'an, I stole from home almost all the money spent, only immersed in the excitement, in Xi 'an to see the Terracotta Warriors, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, we did not come back when the money.

At that time did not think of what would happen to the home, just wanted to run out, anyway, just wanted to escape from the home.

On the way home, I met my neighbors. They said, "Come home, your mother is going crazy. I haven't been able to work since you left. My hair has turned white." I ran home and saw Mom. Her hair was white. Once upon a time always said that one night gray, turns out to be true!

When my mother saw me, she took a step back, surprised, and then rushed up. I thought she was going to hit me, so I ducked back, but my mother caught me and then hugged me.

She "wow" cried: "My daughter, mother thought you angry mother no longer come back! My daughter, I thought you were dead!"

I was so frightened that I didn't expect my mother, a senior intellectual, to say such vulgar things. She hugged me so tightly and held me for a long time.

I remember the mother did not hold me, this hug let me sad up, I "plop" knelt down, please forgive her mother unfilial daughter.

The second hug was on my wedding day. My mother had been busy going back and forth in the morning, checking my dowry, my wedding dress, my change of clothes, and looking again at the red envelopes in my bag. I saw her look distraught and said, "Mom, you sit there and rest for a while, there's someone else." Her whole body looked lost, as if something were missing.

Soon the float came. When the firecrackers sounded, I was held on the float. All of a sudden, Mom said, "Nannan." I turned around and saw Mom with tears on her face. My mother reached out and hugged me tightly, pressing her face against my chest like a child.

Everyone looked at us in silence. How long did we hug? 1 minute? Ten minutes? Anyway, I felt like a long time, until the tears washed away my makeup.

At that moment, I realized that as I grew older and my mother grew older, she became more and more sad, and would repeat what she had said and forget what she had just done.

A dozen years later, my mother got Alzheimer's disease. She is always a person sitting on the sofa listening to the radio, inside is babbling Peking Opera, as if this time is endless, you can sing so on. I didn't spend much time with her, because I was busy with my own home and many things in my work, so I hired a little nanny for my mother. But my mother was always dissatisfied with the nanny, saying that she deliberately wasted the family oil and that she spent too much money on vegetables. Every time I went back, she would say this to me, a few times even called me by the wrong name, I think mother may be really silly.

But once when I took her to a restaurant, she asked the waiter for a fast-food box and put all the sweet and sour pork in it. I said, "Mom, what are you doing? They haven't eaten yet."

She looked at me and said, "You guys love to eat, I nannan loves to eat." My tears came down in a flash. Since childhood, I love to eat sweet and sour pork, and Alzheimer's mother, still did not forget that her daughter likes to eat sweet and sour pork! She's taking it home for her daughter.

The third hug was on a rainy day. I carelessly forgot my umbrella and got wet in the rain. I was a drowned rat when I entered the house. My mother saw it and rushed over, then hugged me and wrapped me in a blanket. She just grabbed me in a dead grip and looked at me and said, "Nannan, who got you in the rain?"

I like a child, was mother tightly held for a long time, until the body warm over, mother went to listen to Beijing Opera, I in the window for a long time, until tears fell.

Mother's three hugs, I think, to the death, are the most gentle, the most touching hug. It was the most beautiful hug in the world.