What scares me most among relatives should be a few hearts.
That autumn, Grandpa was hospitalized due to illness, and Uncle Bo Er and Dad pooled their money to operate on Grandpa. Because of grandpa's illness, no one had a good Spring Festival that year. However, after the operation, grandpa is no longer as tough as before and needs someone to accompany him all the time. Then uncle said, one person a day.
But after such care, grandpa left us in less than three months. How to put it? It is said that the second child in the family is the most thoughtful, but in fact, my family is similar. I passed by my second uncle's house and vaguely heard my second aunt talking to others. My second aunt chattered and said everything, especially loudly. I heard her say that the old man finally died, grinding people every day. At that moment, my heart was pounding, and all the family relationships that looked good before were superficial.
I didn't tell my father about it, but silently chose to forget it. In the next few years, probably because there was no wife around, my grandmother didn't want to live alone in her hometown, so she took turns living with her three sons, but she didn't escape from the clutches of the disease. I know that my grandmother lived in my house for the last year, and I am the youngest in my family. At that time, I often chatted with my grandmother and listened to what he said before. Later, I learned from * * that she received a lot of dirty eyes from her second uncle's house. To tell the truth, I didn't believe it at that time either.
After grandma died, our family just came back from the cemetery. My aunt sat on my sofa and said to everyone, "The two old people are gone. Do you want to share what the old people left behind?" At that moment, I looked at my aunt as if I were a stranger. Grandma has just left, and she is thinking about what she wants her to stay. In fact, what the old people left behind is of little value.
When my grandparents died, I was particularly chilling about this practice of my loved ones.
I envy other people's relatives are very good, and our relatives are very cold and have little contact.
What frightens me most is the question of money. The sentence "Brothers settle accounts clearly" is absolutely correct.
My father works outside alone. Although there are my mother and me, I feel like a drag. At that time, I was also super poor. The three of us live in someone else's food cellar. After seven or eight years of hard work, we finally got better.
My two grandfathers are many years older than my father and never come out to work hard. They are afraid of this, that and being bullied. Let the youngest of my father come out. Every time I hear grandma say this, I feel inexplicably distressed.
My dad is getting better, and my uncle is out. My dad ran around, and when they got better, he began to be ungrateful. Usually, when only my father helps them, I never have time to ask them for help. My mother ran away three times. All kinds of things and pots are thrown at our house. After making money, I began to haggle over every ounce, and there was not much connection in one place. Relatives are really chilling.
Another is my grandmother, who really likes my uncle's house. Once I went out with my uncle's brother, my grandmother filled us with food, and my brother's pocket almost burst and kept falling out. My grandmother continued to fill them in, and my grandmother didn't say anything more for me. I will never forget that cold heart.
There is also my father's menstruation, and the new house bought at home has not been renovated. She said she didn't have a room to live in and wanted to live in my house. My dad agreed and confiscated my money. She also asked us to decorate and kicked me in the nose and face. My house doesn't live now. Shall I decorate it for you first? All right, it's decorated. With the money from my family, I used my house to marry my daughter. If my family wants to live, I won't move. I am very angry and even more chilling. My kindness will only force us step by step.
It's my relatives who are looking for something, but I can't find anyone for something.
What frightens me most is that we are brothers and sisters, and then we have an unfamiliar ending. My mother has five brothers and sisters. My big uncle and my third uncle have never contacted each other. They used to be close. When I was a child, I played together and why I was together. Later, because of the separation, the two families stopped contacting each other. I think this is the most chilling, because both of them have family blood at the same time. Now they don't say anything, and all the good memories before don't count. I think this is what scares me the most.
Every time I think of menstruation slapping my grandpa in the face, I feel bad. After all, my aunt is also my elder. I can't say anything about her, but I can only make myself particularly chilling.
As far as I can remember, my grandfather is in a wheelchair all the year round, and I haven't seen him walk much. I heard from my mother that since Grandpa became ill, my aunt's attitude towards Grandpa has changed a lot, because Grandpa can no longer go out to earn money and has to reach out and ask his two sons for money, so she hates Grandpa very much.
I remember once, when my aunt was going out, I gave my three-year-old cousin to my grandfather. It's good to know that my grandfather can take care of himself. How can I see my cousin again? When I asked my aunt to go home, I found my cousin covered in dirt. Without saying anything, I slapped my grandfather when I went up. I was there, and I really wanted to slap my aunt, but I couldn't. After all, she is my aunt. If it were me at that time, I would be particularly chilling. I am all my relatives. How could I be like this?
That is, when everyone is sitting together for dinner, everyone doesn't talk much, but everyone is playing with their mobile phones happily. I feel why people are separated by mobile phones!