My young and beautiful daughter-in-law: Tonight, I am sitting alone in the garden in the darkness, looking up at the lighted balcony on the third floor, tired, lonely, sad, wronged, and even - humiliation. Yes, humiliation. Today is your son's birthday to my grandson. I got up early in the morning to give your husband and wife a breakfast, then help the children wash and send them to the kindergarten, and then rushed to the vegetable market to start large purchases. Because you said yesterday, it is too expensive to go out to eat. Today, your parents and brothers are coming over, so that I can order more food and buy some fruits and snacks, because maybe I will invite a few children to eat cake at home in the evening. I rushed to buy good food and started cleaning after I got home.
The weather in Guangzhou is uncertain, I feel a little ditty, it seems to be a cold. But I dare not lie down and rest, because there are so many people coming today, I am afraid that I will go to sleep. At 4:30 in the afternoon, I went to the kindergarten to pick up the child and told him to play in the living room. Then I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. After a while, I heard a loud noise outside, and ran out to see it. It was the child who mischievously knocked over the flower pot in the corner. The soil fell to the ground and the flower branches were folded for a few knots. I screamed for a bitterness, and I could only quickly pack it up and tie the folded flower branches with disposable chopsticks. Look at the time is more than six o'clock, if the child is trouble again, I am afraid that I can not cook on time. So I had to turn on the TV for him and let him watch the cartoon so that he could at least calm down and no longer create other troubles. At 7:30, your husband and wife are back. When you enter the door, you are not good enough to ask me why I want to watch TV for my children. How long have you seen it? I said the reason. You glanced at the flower with the disposable chopsticks in the corner. The face was even worse. What is a good way to use TV to convince him?" Influence the eyesight, the content of this "Bear Infest" is not suitable for children to see." I dare not distinguish.
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My son saw that my mental state is not so good. I found that I had a cold. Let me rest. You said that your parents and brothers will arrive soon. Let me hold on for a while and let my son go downstairs to buy a mask. You said I am afraid that I will pass a cold to my child. It is best to wear a mask. My son is angry, don't go, you are angry and go. After you left, my son secretly stuffed me with a red envelope in the kitchen. Today, the birthday of the child, waiting for your parents to come, must give the child a red envelope, I have to give as a child's grandmother. My son naturally knew that I had no money in my hand, and I put a thousand dollars in the red envelope. I was secretly sad. After a while, your parents and brothers came.
But no one will come to the kitchen to help with the dishes, they are sitting there and I am waiting for my son to serve. Your family is eating the dishes I made in a noisy way. I talked about it for a while, and I wanted tea for a while, basically treating me as an insignificant servant. I endure the physical discomfort caused by a cold, and I also endure the gaze from your mother. After dinner, I was busy preparing various fruit bowls and snack plates in the kitchen, and you greeted the neighbors and their parents who came to the birthday of the baby in the living room. Listening to the noise of a large group of children in the living room, I feel ditty and blasting! When I cut the fruit, I accidentally cut my finger, but I didn't dare to speak, and I washed it silently with water.
I am tired and lacking, I need to lie down and rest, but I still have to hold on, because when I give the red envelope, I must not be absent. Your maiden eyes are staring at the red envelope that I handed out, and the look is weird. I don't know what I am thinking, I can't speculate. After giving the red envelope, I continued to insist on insisting that everyone be sent away, insisting on cleaning up a messy birthday scene and a lot of greasy dishes. My son is going to help me wash the dishes, but I was called by you. I heard you arguing about the door. The voice of your dissatisfaction is said to my son, but the sentence is on my heart: "Your family is still a grandmother, only a thousand pieces, not to mention the difference of 5,000 with my parents. Even my brother has wrapped up two thousand pieces! Pro, no, not by mouth!".
I was exhausted, took off my mask, sighed and walked out of the house, and went alone to the garden. I have been busy for a whole day, and I have not fallen to anything good. Instead, I have lost a lot. I held my groggy head, and my heart was saddened by a wave of attacks. From the time you gave birth to a baby, I left my sick wife and came to your home to serve you. I don’t have to elaborate on the hardships in the month. I am a 60-year-old who gets up to the diaper for milk powder several times a night, in order to fear what is wrong with your month and want you to rest more. But you don't seem to appreciate it at all. I still feel that the sound of opening the door and closing the door in the middle of the night is too noisy.
Sometimes when I am too tired to climb, I also think about it. However, for the sake of my son and grandson, I have no choice. what else can we do? I love you, saying that I am afraid that the breastfeeding is broken. When the child is born, the child will hit the milk needle the next day. I have to give the baby a milk powder. Although I can’t accept it, I can only accept it. During the day, you are busy wrestling with gauze to restore your body shape or watch a movie on WeChat. I can only do housework while taking my children, but I also have to endure the grievances when you are not used to the dishes I made.