My mom is my mom.

I have been tossing and turning over and over again these days. Think about the question over and over again: whether to save my mother.

There is a song that sings well: only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like Kuaibao, who can't be happy if he is thrown into the arms of his mother. There is only a good mother in the world, and a child without a mother is like a grass. Where can happiness be found without a mother's embrace?

I have seen countless wars between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law over the past ten years, but what I want to say today is my own mother. It is said that there are no wrong parents in this world, but it is really difficult for me to feel a trace of gratitude to my mother.

I am a child who grew up in the city, but I don't feel the superiority of the city people at all. I seem to be living in the lowest class. I have lived with my grandmother for as long as I can remember. My grandmother is a rag collector. Every day, carrying a huge, dirty plastic woven bag, she yelled "ragged, recycled wine bottles, waste paper, mineral water bottles" along alleys and residential buildings, and I was right behind her, and I was very dirty.

I grew up so much, but I don't know who my own father is, because my mother doesn't know who I was pregnant with unmarried. Anyway, I don't have a father, and the mother who gave birth to me doesn't often appear in front of me. When I was a child, my mother only came back once a year or two, dyed yellow hair and red lipstick. I was scared when I saw that. She didn't look good to me when she came back. I once asked her who my father was. But she not only did not say, but also scolded me for being a dog catching a mouse and asking too many questions, just a beating. When she hit me, my grandmother didn't dare to stop me, so she sat on the edge of the bed and could only cry.

Since I was sensible, my mother never gave me a penny. Grandma paid for the tuition fees of kindergarten, primary school and junior high school. In order to save grandma money, I had to go to a technical secondary school. All these years, I've never seen my mother, and I don't know where she went.

After I went to technical secondary school, my mother came back. She didn't come back for me. I'd rather she didn't come back. Because he was cheated, not only was he cheated out of all his savings, but he also came back with diabetes, heart disease, nephritis, high blood pressure, a disease that can be treated by advertisements on telephone poles in the streets. The whole person's body is out of order. If you take two steps, you will feel sick to your heart.

When she came back, my mother got a relaxed job as a janitor. He seems to have an income of about two thousand yuan a month, but he never gives my grandmother any money. on the contrary, he asks my grandmother for money every month.

If I ask her for money, she will lose her temper at me rudely and indifferently. What I hated most at that time was that she would say, "I don't have any money, I don't have any money!" These words.

I suffered a lot when I was at school, more of it spiritually. The naked discrimination of the teachers, the sarcastic words of the students, disgust and distance from it hurt my self-esteem greatly. In fact, in the final analysis, it is not because of the economy. If I can wear the same sneakers as my classmates, if my family can also take a bath every day, if someone buys me a new yo-yo toy, I think no one will do this to me. But there is no if. Because I have a mother is the same as not having a mother.

I think there is a saying that is particularly true: people who are willing to tell you that money does not necessarily love you, but those who are not willing to spend money must not love you. I think my mother just doesn't love me, she only loves herself. I was able to go to a technical secondary school because the school helped me with a loan. Before I was eighteen years old, I was in debt.

Does my mom have any money? Of course there is, but she won't give me flowers, even at school. I know it in my heart. That's why I hate her!

After graduation, with my own efforts, I paid off my school debt and gradually got a decent salary, but my grandmother, the only person I could rely on in the world, left because my mother and her often quarreled and made her angry, so grandma had a cerebral hemorrhage.

After graduating from technical secondary school, I found a job and my life was guaranteed. Later, I married Xiao Wang of my unit. No one will believe it. My mother didn't even ask about my marriage. She didn't even attend our wedding. You say, there is no such mother in the world? Can I love like this, Mom?

However, this is the mother I don't love. Just a few days ago, she called me and said that the doctor said that her diabetes was not well controlled, which led to serious cardiovascular problems. The operation must be carried out as soon as possible, and the cost of the operation is 200000!

200000 ah, my husband and I worked hard for six years before we would save about this amount, and we had already planned to use this money to make a down payment on an one-bedroom room, leaving a little left to have the baby in my belly.

On the one hand, there is a down payment on the new house and the cost of giving birth, on the other hand, there is only hate and no love, but it is my mother's life. Where am I supposed to go?

Although I have the 200000 bank card, I don't own it alone. It took me two days to tell my husband about it.

When my husband heard the news, he pondered for a long time before he said, "you'd better see a doctor for your mother first." "

What I wanted was to ignore her. I didn't expect my husband to make such a decision. I asked my husband, "Why should I save her?" "

The husband said, "just because she is *." If you think about it, how can you come without *? Where would we be today without you? Although she didn't do her duty as a mother to raise her children before, she at least gave you life. "

My husband is right. His words suddenly dawned on me: yes, no matter how bad my mother is to me, after all, it is my mother.

What else can I say? Can I be happy to meet such a reasonable, loving and righteous husband? All of a sudden, I was filled with emotion, mixed with joys and sorrows, and suddenly fell into my husband's arms and burst into tears.

Author: voter Li