Not long ago, I met with my college classmates in East China. The boy Xiao Dong who was always in the heat every time was particularly quiet during this meeting. He didn't talk very much from beginning to end. He looked very shy. Everyone felt very strange. Anymore?
It turned out that his family has been doing a lot of work lately. His father broke his leg bones in an electric car not long ago and was bedridden. His mother-in-law was diagnosed with cancer two months ago. He and his wife were both only children. No one was around him. They could only travel around Hangzhou and Shanghai every day. The children had to stay in kindergarten for boarding. He said, "Oh! If you have one hand and foot, then I can help take care of it!"
Having a brother and a foot is too important, and I really appreciate it.
The sleepy dad is the only child, so the parents-in-law and mother-in-law naturally follow us to live in Shanghai. And my parents are in Sichuan, even if it ’s New Year, because they are too far away from home, travelling around, and they are too sleepy and have motion sickness in previous years, so my parents and I sometimes do n’t see it once a year.
I thought my parents came to live in Shanghai, but they have lived in Sichuan for a long time, they do n’t adapt to the rhythm of big cities, and they do n’t speak Mandarin well, and they do n’t understand Shanghai dialect. There are too many cultural differences and habits differences between parents and parents. If they live together for a long time, there will be problems.
So, for a long time, I have been bothered by my affection for my family and I also deeply blame myself for not being able to take care of my elderly parents, but fortunately, I have a younger sister.
Since my sister came to Shanghai and gave birth to a baby and bought a house in Shanghai, my parents brought my 86-year-old grandmother to Shanghai to show her baby. They live in their younger sister's house, we can often meet and take care of each other, I feel back to the days when the family was happy as a child.
Now I find that many young children in my life are fortunately related to my sister. Although, when I was young, I hated having a sister.
My sister is two years younger than me. When I was young, we slept in a bed and always hit the bed to the end of the bed. In my memory, my mother was always busy doing business while adjusting for both of us.
My sister likes to grab my stuff and compete with me for everything. I will always remember that when I was 8 years old, my dad bought me a pair of new sneakers and was found by my sister. She cried hysterically, rolled around, accidentally fell off the second floor, and almost made a big mistake. It was a joy to have a pair of new shoes, but I was so scared.