Missing You, Heavenly Mother

When I was a little boy, I cried a lot because I couldn't leave my mother. My father, as his apprentice, carried me back from Changji. As I grew up, because of this matter, I was ridiculed for being a crying child.

The distance from Changji to Urumqi is about thirty

kilometers.

After I grew up and had a family, I would go home every week to see my mother, and she was still the same as when I was a child. My mother always asked me:

Are you eating? Are you eating?

It seems like eating is such a big deal.

Sometimes my colleagues would say: Is motherhood really that great?

Actually, my mother was just ordinary and kind, never angry, and gave the same love to my children.

When I was a child, I would walk home with my mother, and she always greeted the neighbors with a smile. Regardless of whether my son or daughter, my in-laws, or my grandchildren were present, she would always care for her children.

I am the youngest son in the family, and when we were together, there were five noisy grandchildren, creating a harmonious and peaceful atmosphere.

Starting from some point, my mother began to forget our sisters' names and started to use a cane to walk. I still hadn't realized that my mother had one day to walk away.

On December 17, 2014, my mother passed away.

Suddenly, I felt a bit disoriented, and the tears couldn't stop flowing as I wiped them away. Although I knew that everyone would eventually say goodbye to their loved ones, it was still unstoppable tears.

From my mother, I learned kindness, sincerity, and strength. Now, as a mother myself, I will choose to instill these qualities in my children, respect my elder brothers and sisters-in-law, care for my nephews and nieces, and do my best to help those around me.

Finally, I want to say that I ask you to rest in peace. I will love my husband the way you loved my father, and I will care for everyone who loves us.

Mom, I hope you are doing well in heaven.