In that humble town, there was a family, shrouded in a faint layer of sadness. Four-year-old Xiaojie has big eyes that are full of maturity and confusion that do not match his age. His mother, the woman who always smiled and told him stories and made snacks, was now lying on the hospital bed, her face as pale as the first snow in winter, and the flame of life was being extinguished little by little.
Yesterday, Xiaojie was still snuggled in his mother's arms, listening to her humming a lullaby softly, as if the whole world was gentle. And today, he could only stand on the edge of the bed, his little hands tightly grasping the edge of the bed, calling over and over again: "Mom, Mom, wake up!" The voice was a little stubborn in immaturity, as if he wanted to use all his strength to wake up his mother from her slumber.
Dad stood aside, his eyes red, but trying not to let the tears fall. He whispered to Xiaojie: "Baby, my mother went to a far, far away place, where there are flowers and grass, and there is no illness. But Xiaojie didn't seem to understand what this "far away" meant, he just felt empty in his heart, as if he had lost something most important.
In the dead of night, there was only the occasional sound of footsteps and the slight hum of instruments in the hallways of the hospital. Xiaojie refused to leave his mother's bedside, even if he was sleepy and yawned, he had to insist on guarding. He believes that as long as he doesn't walk away, his mother won't really leave. However, in the early hours of the morning, before the first rays of morning light had broken through the clouds, my mother quietly left, leaving a room full of silence and endless thoughts.
Xiaojie's father, a man who is usually silent, seems to have been drained of all his strength at this moment. He hugged Xiaojie and whispered, "She passed away in the early hours of this morning, and our angel has returned to heaven." Xiao Jie nodded as if he didn't understand, tears swirling in his eyes, but they never fell. He seemed to know that at this time, he couldn't cry, because his mother said to be strong.
Looking back on the old days, my mother was always the busiest figure in the house. She not only takes care of Xiaojie's diet and daily life, but also finds time to learn various parenting knowledge, hoping to give Xiaojie the best growth environment. Whenever Xiaojie was sick, his mother was always the first to find out, stayed by his side, touched his forehead with a warm hand, and told him stories until he fell asleep. And now, it is Xiaojie's turn to guard his mother, but he never gets a response.
Xiaojie began to frequently ask his father, "When will Mom come back?" This question, like a thorn, pierced deep into Dad's heart. He held back his tears every time and told Xiaojie: "Mom will become a star, watch you sleep at night, and protect you." So, every night, Xiaojie would look up at the sky, looking for the brightest star, as if he could feel his mother's company.
As the days passed, Xiaojie gradually learned to grow up without his mother. He began to learn how to dress and eat on his own, and even help his father with some simple household chores. Whenever the neighbors praised him for being sensible, Xiaojie always replied with a smile: "My mother taught me, and she said I want to be a good child." ”
However, in the dead of night, Xiaojie would still secretly take out his mother's photo and stroke it over and over again, as if he could feel his mother's temperature in this way. He would talk to the photos and share the interesting stories of his day, and although he knew that his mother could not hear it, he believed that his mother must be watching him somewhere and proud of him.
Dad also began to try to get out of the haze, and he knew that for the sake of Xiaojie, he had to be strong. He took Xiaojie to the park and the library, and tried to make life full of color. But whenever he saw Xiaojie's occasional lonely look, his heart hurt as if he had been cut by a knife. He knew that the pain of losing a loved one would take time to heal.
One day, Xiaojie met a little girl about his age in the park, who was holding a kite in her hand and smiling very brightly. Xiaojie was attracted by her smile and walked over to play kite with her. The kite was flying high in the sky, and Xiaojie seemed to see his mother's shadow, so far away and so close.
The little girl asked him, "Why do you always play alone?" Xiaojie thought for a while and said seriously: "My mother went to a far away place, but she said that she would turn into a star and look at me." I'm sure she's always been there. The little girl nodded as if she didn't understand, then took Xiaojie's hand and ran on the grass together, laughter echoing in the air.
At that moment, Xiaojie felt that maybe his mother really didn't leave. She became the wind, became the sun, became all the good in this world, and continued to guard him. And he also began to understand that life is not only about sadness, but also about hope and warmth.
Over time, Jay became more cheerful and confident. He learned to paint the world in his mind with a paintbrush, where his mother, father and him lived happily together. Every time he finishes a painting, he smiles at his mother in the painting, as if to say, "Mom, look, am I good at drawing?" ”
Dad watched Xiaojie's changes, and felt both relieved and sad. He knows that Xiaojie is slowly accepting the fact that his mother is leaving in his own way, and at the same time, he is also trying to grow into a stronger person.
Today, Xiaojie is no longer the little boy who can only call his mother. He learned to perceive the world with love and face every challenge in life with courage. And whenever night falls, he will still look up at the starry sky, looking for the brightest star, and silently say in his heart: "Mom, thank you for always being with me." ”
In this story, we see the sadness and tenacity of a family, and also see how a little boy can carry the burden of life on his immature shoulders after losing his loved ones, and learn to grow and love. It reminds us that no matter how difficult it may be, as long as we have love in our hearts, we have the strength to move forward.
After reading this story, are you also touched by Xiaojie's strength? Are you also thinking about how we can maintain a brave heart when faced with force majeure in our lives? Welcome to leave your views and feelings in the comment area, and let us share this warmth and strength from the bottom of our hearts.