On the way to and from work, she can often see women of nearly sixty years old, holding her about thirty sons. The woman always frowned and looked sad. The son was sluggish, slow and stiff, and was slowly pulled by the woman.
In the past few years, although I lived in a community, I had never spoken to them and I had never seen her talk to anyone in the community. Often encountered they are on the way to the market or return from the market. When the sun is good in the winter, she will occasionally meet with her son and her son in the garden dam in the community. In the summer evening, they will meet them and enjoy the cool weather. But all alone is sitting alone in a corner. In general, there are many people in this hospital, and there are many children. The people who chatted in twos and threes from time to time heard hearty laughter from time to time. The children ran around, chased and shouted. It seemed unusually lively. But these seem to have nothing to do with them. Even when she was sitting in the corner, the woman took her son's hand tight.
The woman's eyes are always so dark, like dark caves, there is no light, people do not see the end. Only when she turned to look at her son did she reveal a touch of tenderness. But there are exceptions when a child accidentally hits a woman's son. The woman turns and looks at the little child. Her eyes are very cold. Like a sword, the child is scared on the spot. The woman turned her head and gently patted her son on grey soil. His eyes returned to gentleness.
Listening to the elderly in the community, the woman's son was originally very good, but unfortunately a few years ago a car accident, finally hard to wake up, it becomes like this now, clothing, food and shelter need parents to help. Without children, the wife also left. Every time they finish, several old people must sigh and sigh. Women do not want to talk to people. Neighbors also try not to disturb them. In this hushed courtyard, they appeared to be alone. Like the wild geese that landed alone, they flew in the vast sky and could not find directions or see targets.
It is not difficult to understand the woman's hardships. She is not afraid of the current fatigue. After all, her son and her parents are around. But after all, women and their husbands are very old. When they are old, how can their sons be? Who cares for their sons as they do?
Every time I saw them with my son, I was consciously holding my young son in my arms. People often say that there is hope for living, and we are working so hard. However, for women, hope is too far, but the reality is too close. Her sad eyes also show that she has seen everything.
People also say that fate is fair. God closes a door and it will open a window to you. To the woman, God not only closed the door, she even wanted to close the window.
Fate is not always fair.