The truth

Notices of the manhunt were posted all over crowded places. Suddenly, she became the daughter of a fugitive in the eyes of others.

The man who had never brought himself to warm, when she began to understand self-esteem, in such a dramatic way, gave her a terrible blow.

Only the mother, still thinking about the man who betrayed her heart. At first, every time a stranger came, my mother would chase after him and tell him: if you see a man with a mole on his right cheek, be sure to give him a message and tell him that his wife has been waiting for him to come back... All this chatter has yielded nothing. Still no word from that selfish man.

Later, my mother went to court to Sue my father for divorce. Court notices, once again, are plastered all over town. She knew it was her mother's way of letting her father, who was hiding somewhere, know that he still had a wife in this world. But mother did not wait for father after all.

Mother had a sister, see mother live hard, asked someone to help her end the divorce lawsuit. When she received the court's decision, mother almost went crazy. She didn't want a divorce at all. Many people advised her that this was for the best. Even if he could come back, he would not escape a long prison sentence. You should marry someone else while you are young and live a good life.

After the mother, still firmly waiting for his father. Every time the calendar turned to the end of the month, my mother would take out the clothes my father had bought her, one by one, and hang them in the sun.

She sat in the yard and watched her mother walk up and down like a helpless kitten, clutching her faded clothes. This has almost become a habit. No matter how hard and difficult life is, my mother never gives it up. It seems that only in this way can my endless waiting have the courage and significance to continue to hold on.

This is more than 20 years.

Later, she married her brother. Many times, she tried to pick up her mother to live in a big city, but her mother refused. Mother repeated, only one reason: I want to go, your father back, but how to find me?

One spring, when she was traveling with her brother, she met her father with white hair in the car. My father recognized them first and cried out their nicknames.

She clenched her fist and tried to punch the selfish man with more than 20 years of hatred, but was finally stopped by her sensible brother.

The man, worn down by guilt, had been released from prison more than a decade ago, married, had children, and settled down in a small southern town.

When she began to cry and tell her about her mother, her father suddenly reached out his hand like a withered branch, clasped her tightly, and begged in a low voice: "Tell your mother that the man she is waiting for is no longer in this world, and has been lying to her like this, will you?"

In the end, she tearfully agreed to her father's request.

Five years later, my mother became seriously ill and could not be cured. In the last hour of her life, my mother's eyes were full of her reluctance and nostalgia for the world. She knew her mother's regret that she had never waited for her father to come home.

She hesitated for a long time, summon up courage, intend to tell the truth to the mother, let the mother in this world no longer the slightest miss. But in a flash, she touched her mother's hand. What a pair of hands it was, bony and veiny, the flesh of which had been drained and sucked out by the scars of life. And how could she bear to make another cruel cut?

She whispered softly into her mother's ear, "Actually, father asked me to tell you five years ago that he would be waiting quietly for you in heaven." She saw her mother suddenly smile shyly and close her eyes in relief.

She was tearful when her mother died peacefully.