On the way home

　　When I was in elementary school, my mother was the almighty god in my eyes, and all the wishes I couldn't accomplish my mother could easily do for me.

　　I went to school 20 kilometers away from home in junior high school, and the first week I didn't make it through I had to go home, and the heartbreaking longing made it hard for me to sleep and eat. On Wednesday, the teacher gave me leave to go home given my good results in the promotion exam, and I bawled at my mother as soon as I entered the door. The feeling of junior year has disappeared, instead, we are a group of arrogant teenagers who think they understand life, and see through the world, pointing at everything in front of them. Every Saturday night I lay in bed and talked to my mother about current affairs and politics and my ambitions, and she always asked me in detail after my excitement had passed how my meals were this week and whether I had enough pocket money. I was resentful: that's how housewives are, they only know how to care about trivial things.

　　I hadn't been home for nearly six months after I started working, and the comforts of the city made me linger. In the winter, I went home to see my mother, and I felt dirty everywhere on the way. When I entered the door, I saw my mother sitting by the stove making clothes. The moment she saw me, her mother's tears flowed slowly down her cheeks, and she choked up and said, "You're back, I've missed you this time." I was amazed!

　　After the wedding I was busy with the children in the busy city, every time late at night when the lonely heart has nowhere to store, how eager to have someone to rely on, the mother's figure in the brain is far and near. It was then that I realized that my mother had grown old and she was no longer taking care of my life for me.

　　After my father died, my mother lived with my little sister, and I rarely came home. My mother always said on the phone, "You are busy, we can not help you, you and the children take care of your health outside, do not come back if you do not have time, and I am fine." I don't go home based on this excuse, but only during the New Year's holidays when I hurried home to take a look. It's not that I couldn't see the longing in my mother's eyes, but I felt that my children's studies were more important, and I secretly vowed: to wait a little longer, and when my children go to college I will bring my mother over to do my filial duty properly.

　　Last year, my mother was admitted to the hospital with high blood sugar, and my younger siblings were small, so I was left to take care of her. During the ten days of hospitalization, my mother was looking at my face, as if she had given me trouble not to fall into the same way. Especially that day at noon I did not leave money for the children to buy food, I was anxious, my mother said worriedly: "You go back quickly, I'm fine here by myself." I said sullenly, "Who is not coming to take my place for a day, my mother alone, huh?" After saying that I was shocked at the thinness of my tone and was busy looking at my mother. My mother did not say anything, but her face was very pale. She was still trying to figure out how to feed the children for me. After that, I trembled and diligently looked for various topics to talk about with my mother, who also cooperated with me and looked very happy.

　　When I returned from the hospital, I saw my mother negotiating with the head nurse, and she insisted on being discharged the next day. The doctor was persuading me while looking at me anxiously, and when she saw me coming she called out to me, "Sister, come quickly, what's wrong with my mother, her condition is not yet stable, how come she has to be discharged?" I blushed.

　　My mother sat in the ward and said to me indignantly, "It's all right, but you still don't want to be discharged, you just want to make more money for us." I knew in my heart the crux of the matter and couldn't help but turn away and weep. Eventually, my mother was discharged after her condition was stabilized, and she was adamant that she did not want to live in the city, and she thought she could not string. I knew it was because my words had broken her heart.

　　I talked about this with a friend, who is a few years older than me. He said he had no parents when he was very young, so now I can look at him and call him a mother is envious of. He also said: the so-called filial piety to obey for filial piety, especially when people are old will also have a lot of difficulties understanding the idea, we do not go to entangle right and wrong, even if the roundabout obedience to her to make her happy is our filial piety.

　　The tree wants to be quiet but the wind is not only, the son wants to raise fear of parents do not wait ah!

　　So I often walk on the path home.