When I returned to my bedroom, I lay in a daze on the bed, with my mother's slender fingers passing by the fragrance left behind. This extremely complex emotion made me feel a little nervous, so I began to lie on the bed crying, laughing, joy and sorrow.
The next morning, I opened my mother's door as usual. My mother seemed to be still sleeping. I came to the bedside to ask her to have a meal, but accidentally saw a thermometer on the bedside table that looked a bit like a temperature, showing two red lines. I don't know what this is, nor do I know where my mother took out such a thing.
I didn't care too much, so I put the plate aside, gently patted my mother's soft shoulder, and whispered:
Mom, it’s time to eat.
My mother slowly turned around and opened her eyes. Only then did I realize that my mother's complexion was worse than the previous few days. What happened...?
Before I could think about it, my mother suddenly supported herself and said hurriedly:
go out.
I was stunned. Why did my mother suddenly return to the look of rejecting me thousands of miles away today? I felt sad and wronged and said:
mom……
I'll tell you to go out!Mom stretched out her finger to point at the door, and her weak tone was irresistible toughness. I had to put the plate aside and said:
Then you remember to have a meal.
Mom lowered her eyes, put her hands on the bed weakly, and said:
From today on, you won’t go into this door.
Upon hearing this, my whole body trembled. Is this...has I... guarded me again?Could it be that she really won't forgive me?
I glanced at my mother's weak face and didn't dare to stimulate her anymore. I walked out of the room silently. As soon as I left, the sound of locking the door came from behind. I couldn't help but start to doubt life. Is all this meaningful?
I came to the living room and sat on the sofa, feeling in a daze. Why did the relationship that I finally eased suddenly become like this?
After a while of self-doubt, my brain gradually became clear. That thermometer-like thing...yes, it must be related to that!
But what exactly is it? Could it be a pregnancy test stick?
My heart skipped a beat, and this guess made me feel more and more scared. If my mother really got pregnant with another child, then my position in her heart might be replaced soon.
Now my mother still accommodates me and is willing to forgive me. That's because I am her only son. If the only last identity is gone... I can't imagine the consequences.
It's over, it's over!I beat my chest and stamped my feet, my mind was in a mess, and I couldn't think about how true this matter was.
The more I thought about it, the more I became, the more I became more and more afraid, and my mood became worse and worse. In the end, I couldn't help but feel pain when I held a pillow on the sofa.
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w
Sadness and despair made my cry unable to stop. My crying became louder and louder, and the tears dried up in a short while, leaving only my wailing sound.
What's your ghost crying and howling? A low voice sounded behind me. I turned around and my mother in pink pajamas was standing at the door of her bedroom. Because I was too excited and sad at this moment, I didn't notice that my mother was wearing a mask.
My attention was all focused on my mother's abdomen. The more I looked, the more I became, the more I felt that my mother's belly was bigger than usual. I also confirmed this guess in my heart, so I started to wail heartily again.
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w
My mother was very impatient with tired eyes, and she raised her breath and shouted hard:
OK!You are crying!I'm not dead yet!
Upon hearing this, I stopped wailing, but I still couldn't stop sobbing. I touched my nose, but said pity:
Mom, will you not want me if you have a younger brother?
What's the meaning?My mother frowned and showed a puzzled look. Only then did I notice that my mother was wearing a mask, but I didn't have time to think about it and continued sobbing:
Aren't you... pregnant? Will it be useless if my brother is born in the future...
My mother was very smart. After being stunned for a while, she understood what I meant and said:
Who told you I'm pregnant?
I said: Isn’t that a pregnancy test stick on your bedside table?
My mother was so amused and said: Who told you that it was a pregnancy test stick?
Then... Then why did you drive me out?
My mother was both angry and helpless: I'm getting influenza, so don't get close to me in the future.
After saying that, my mother turned around and returned to the room. I sat on the sofa in a daze. It turned out that my mother was not pregnant, but it turned out that my mother was not pregnant!
In other words, I am still my mother’s only son, hahahaha... I smiled nervously again, and remembered what my mother said: I’m infected with the flu.
influenza?What is it, is it cold?In my perception, influenza is a common cold, but why does my mother look so weak?
I pondered for a moment and suddenly recalled the news reports about the epidemic and cold these days. I was shocked and quickly turned on the TV to go to the news channel. Coincidentally, the host was broadcasting related news:
According to relevant scientific research conclusions, the flu epidemic is coming in a fierce and infectious manner, and it is very harmful. This epidemic is due to this epidemic... In combination with the epidemic, it has continuously optimized defense measures and built 26 isolation points for infected people. At the same time, citizens are also requested not to be afraid...
With the news broadcast and the relevant news I took out my mobile phone to search, I came to a conclusion:
The flu infected by my mother is extremely harmful to the body and there is no corresponding medical measure, which may even cause death.
I couldn't imagine this result, so I could only pray that my mother would get better soon after catching a small cold.
……
I was worried and had no mood to eat. I was full of worry about my mother's body. In the afternoon, I prepared the meal and wanted to deliver it to my mother, but the door could no longer be opened. I shouted:
Mom, the meal is ready, I'll put it for you at the door and you can come out and take it.
I had no choice but to put the food at the door without getting a response. I went back to the sofa and looked at the door of my mother's bedroom in a daze. I didn't come out until ten o'clock in the evening.
I was very worried, so I came to my mother's bedroom door, knocked on it, and shouted:
Mom, even if you are sick, you have to eat. As the saying goes, people are iron, and rice is steel. Don’t eat a meal...
Bang!The muffled sound of being smashed by an object came from the door. I barely felt relieved. My mother judged that the loudness of the sound should be OK.
The next afternoon, my mother still didn't open the door, didn't eat anything, and didn't even go to the bathroom. I was extremely anxious and walked around the living room like an ant on a hot pan.
I came to my mother's bedroom door again, knocked on the door, and said anxiously:
Mom, how are you doing?Can you open the door?
As expected, there was no response, and I was even more anxious, and the knocking force continued to increase.
The next morning, I opened my mother's door as usual. My mother seemed to be still sleeping. I came to the bedside to ask her to have a meal, but accidentally saw a thermometer on the bedside table that looked a bit like a temperature, showing two red lines. I don't know what this is, nor do I know where my mother took out such a thing.
I didn't care too much, so I put the plate aside, gently patted my mother's soft shoulder, and whispered:
Mom, it’s time to eat.
My mother slowly turned around and opened her eyes. Only then did I realize that my mother's complexion was worse than the previous few days. What happened...?
Before I could think about it, my mother suddenly supported herself and said hurriedly:
go out.
I was stunned. Why did my mother suddenly return to the look of rejecting me thousands of miles away today? I felt sad and wronged and said:
mom……
I'll tell you to go out!Mom stretched out her finger to point at the door, and her weak tone was irresistible toughness. I had to put the plate aside and said:
Then you remember to have a meal.
Mom lowered her eyes, put her hands on the bed weakly, and said:
From today on, you won’t go into this door.
Upon hearing this, my whole body trembled. Is this...has I... guarded me again?Could it be that she really won't forgive me?
I glanced at my mother's weak face and didn't dare to stimulate her anymore. I walked out of the room silently. As soon as I left, the sound of locking the door came from behind. I couldn't help but start to doubt life. Is all this meaningful?
I came to the living room and sat on the sofa, feeling in a daze. Why did the relationship that I finally eased suddenly become like this?
After a while of self-doubt, my brain gradually became clear. That thermometer-like thing...yes, it must be related to that!
But what exactly is it? Could it be a pregnancy test stick?
My heart skipped a beat, and this guess made me feel more and more scared. If my mother really got pregnant with another child, then my position in her heart might be replaced soon.
Now my mother still accommodates me and is willing to forgive me. That's because I am her only son. If the only last identity is gone... I can't imagine the consequences.
It's over, it's over!I beat my chest and stamped my feet, my mind was in a mess, and I couldn't think about how true this matter was.
The more I thought about it, the more I became, the more I became more and more afraid, and my mood became worse and worse. In the end, I couldn't help but feel pain when I held a pillow on the sofa.
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w
Sadness and despair made my cry unable to stop. My crying became louder and louder, and the tears dried up in a short while, leaving only my wailing sound.
What's your ghost crying and howling? A low voice sounded behind me. I turned around and my mother in pink pajamas was standing at the door of her bedroom. Because I was too excited and sad at this moment, I didn't notice that my mother was wearing a mask.
My attention was all focused on my mother's abdomen. The more I looked, the more I became, the more I felt that my mother's belly was bigger than usual. I also confirmed this guess in my heart, so I started to wail heartily again.
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w
My mother was very impatient with tired eyes, and she raised her breath and shouted hard:
OK!You are crying!I'm not dead yet!
Upon hearing this, I stopped wailing, but I still couldn't stop sobbing. I touched my nose, but said pity:
Mom, will you not want me if you have a younger brother?
What's the meaning?My mother frowned and showed a puzzled look. Only then did I notice that my mother was wearing a mask, but I didn't have time to think about it and continued sobbing:
Aren't you... pregnant? Will it be useless if my brother is born in the future...
My mother was very smart. After being stunned for a while, she understood what I meant and said:
Who told you I'm pregnant?
I said: Isn’t that a pregnancy test stick on your bedside table?
My mother was so amused and said: Who told you that it was a pregnancy test stick?
Then... Then why did you drive me out?
My mother was both angry and helpless: I'm getting influenza, so don't get close to me in the future.
After saying that, my mother turned around and returned to the room. I sat on the sofa in a daze. It turned out that my mother was not pregnant, but it turned out that my mother was not pregnant!
In other words, I am still my mother’s only son, hahahaha... I smiled nervously again, and remembered what my mother said: I’m infected with the flu.
influenza?What is it, is it cold?In my perception, influenza is a common cold, but why does my mother look so weak?
I pondered for a moment and suddenly recalled the news reports about the epidemic and cold these days. I was shocked and quickly turned on the TV to go to the news channel. Coincidentally, the host was broadcasting related news:
According to relevant scientific research conclusions, the flu epidemic is coming in a fierce and infectious manner, and it is very harmful. This epidemic is due to this epidemic... In combination with the epidemic, it has continuously optimized defense measures and built 26 isolation points for infected people. At the same time, citizens are also requested not to be afraid...
With the news broadcast and the relevant news I took out my mobile phone to search, I came to a conclusion:
The flu infected by my mother is extremely harmful to the body and there is no corresponding medical measure, which may even cause death.
I couldn't imagine this result, so I could only pray that my mother would get better soon after catching a small cold.
……
I was worried and had no mood to eat. I was full of worry about my mother's body. In the afternoon, I prepared the meal and wanted to deliver it to my mother, but the door could no longer be opened. I shouted:
Mom, the meal is ready, I'll put it for you at the door and you can come out and take it.
I had no choice but to put the food at the door without getting a response. I went back to the sofa and looked at the door of my mother's bedroom in a daze. I didn't come out until ten o'clock in the evening.
I was very worried, so I came to my mother's bedroom door, knocked on it, and shouted:
Mom, even if you are sick, you have to eat. As the saying goes, people are iron, and rice is steel. Don’t eat a meal...
Bang!The muffled sound of being smashed by an object came from the door. I barely felt relieved. My mother judged that the loudness of the sound should be OK.
The next afternoon, my mother still didn't open the door, didn't eat anything, and didn't even go to the bathroom. I was extremely anxious and walked around the living room like an ant on a hot pan.
I came to my mother's bedroom door again, knocked on the door, and said anxiously:
Mom, how are you doing?Can you open the door?
As expected, there was no response, and I was even more anxious, and the knocking force continued to increase.