Rui asked about my mom. That person said, "Your mom is at the hospital..." "What happened? What's wrong with my mom?" Rui grabbed that person's shoulder and shook it anxiously while asking. Just as the yellow leaves of the morning glory on the balcony were increasing, my mother's life journey entered the countdown phase. Thinking of her appearance all the way, if I were there, she would definitely hold my hand and jump around happily. Rui clutched her mom's hand and pressed it against her own face. Turning back to go again, she saw the child turning into the alleyway, waiting for the child to come in. The mother-in-law has already retired and helps us pick up and drop off the child every day, of course, the responsibility of three meals a day also falls on the mother-in-law. As soon as we get home from work, we just pick up our bowls, this kind of life is really comfortable. Perhaps because we spoil her too much, she is used to our protection and company, and we always make decisions for her. According to my mom, when I was just born, my father was busy feeding me water with a bottle, afraid that I would be thirsty. There is more than a month left until your birthday, this year I don't know what gift to give you, so I can only use my heartfelt penmanship to wish you a happy 45th birthday, hoping that from now on, your life will be full of happiness because of our company. In an unknown stage of human development, people began to weave one beautiful fairy tale after another for themselves. My uncle died of esophageal cancer, according to my father, by the time he passed away, he was already as thin as a log. When they dressed him for burial, his old clothes couldn't be taken off, and his children didn't want to help nearby. So my father had to cut off that old piece of clothing with scissors, replaced it with new funeral clothes for his younger brother, and helped comb his hair. Originally, these past few years Jin Manfu hasn't done anything earth-shattering. He didn't say anything, nor did he laugh, but stayed alone in his room. Hey! It turns out they thought breeding snails was just like planting beans, worried they wouldn't sprout, so they put several in each hole, I tried hard to suppress the laughter in my heart. But tomorrow is my daughter's birthday, I am her mother, though not mature, I still want to endure the pain and tears to bring her joy. With the letters from my parents, my reply became much easier to write, feeling regretful for the brevity of life, it's like chatting casually face-to-face, once the conversation starts, there's a lot to say. This is the first gift my grandmother gave me. She said, "In case it stings you and I can't carry you, how can I stop your crying?" This sentence made me feel like I was twenty years younger. Due to being constantly influenced by the family environment, I have become more inclined to silence. Seeing that his mother had given birth to a son, he smiled, and soon after, my father passed away. Strange, the daughter is a beauty, it's already so dark outside, usually mom would be home by now. At the restaurant in the evening, the coffin was lifted from the yard and placed on the prepared stretcher on the street, the scale is quite similar to the funerals in movies, with 32 people carrying it together. According to our Manchu custom (perhaps only some traces remain in the details of weddings and funerals), the manual carrying method must be chosen, handled by the strong young men in the village who are responsible for lifting the coffin to the grave site, burying it properly before returning home. Writing here, tears are still streaming down my face, but I feel very happy... a happiness I've never felt before! Passionately kissing you, my child!