The man only then realized how much he loved the "little buddy" that had accompanied him for many years. Later, when my uncle's child was born, grandpa started helping my uncle take care of my younger aunt and moved to the city with grandma. Kind mother, my wet nurse, dear mom, rest in my memories, while I keep watch thinking of you tonight, sleepless. Each time, dad always silently smoked. Mom wanted to laugh, struggling to force out a smile. Puzzled, I opened it and found a family's cloth shoes: a pair for men, a pair for women, and a pair for children. After hearing this, mom took bigger steps, I said I would buy her some medicine and send her back, she swung her arms more widely, like doing Yangko dance. Just over one year old, you liked to pester mom to tell you fairy tales, mom would always use pleasant language to describe the excellent parts of the stories, letting you get used to falling asleep to mom's stories. While studying at the normal college in Shantou, I bought a pair of white sneakers, which became sweaty after just one day, yet I still preferred wearing my mother's cloth shoes. I knew I couldn't persuade my younger brother, so I could only ask him to definitely come home to eat and stay overnight, he said: "We'll see!" This sentence made me even more sure he wouldn't return. Suddenly realizing, all the heavy consequences and shocks were so unbearable as to break one's heart... Aunt Yang is about the same age as my mother, 48 years old this year, her overly beautiful face is always so confident and kind. Many times, I have become accustomed to her concern expressed in just a word or half a sentence. Perhaps now people, "mind your own business," are no longer surprising selfishness, and I am the same, so I clearly remember such warm greetings, I fell in love with this feeling, an affection that is neither too close nor too distant.... Born in the mid-1950s, my father had no education. The food was a bit inferior and expensive, the only skill he had to support the family was working as a construction worker on the building site. Over the years, my father's sunburned skin has been my biggest memory of him. Grandpa was loyal to the party and contributed to the people, but in that black-and-white reversed era, he became a big bandit, a big spy, a big capitalist roader, this great shame and injustice was truly unacceptable by heaven and earth. He passed away at the age of 64 due to esophageal cancer, leaving us for 8 years. The central topic was against me going to school, I angrily retorted: "Stop nagging, isn't it fine if I don't go?" This sentence of talking back angered him, he rolled down from the door panel and raised his hand to hit me, I pushed to block him, this further incited his anger, he picked up an iron saw and swung it at me. Alas, I have no merit in my daughter's excellence! "Mom, people say I'm smart and capable." So every time I think of you, I always look up and smile at the sky. Cousin called and said that grandpa was fine originally, went out to play chess at noon, not long after, the neighbor came to tell that the old man was not well, sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, it was a heart attack, already beyond saving. In the evening, my daughter rubbed up to my bed and gently said to me: "Mom, do you know? This gift was something I searched for a long time to find."