My mother always said that my father would do anything to pursue her, and the purpose of getting married was not simple, just for money.
But on the day my father suffered a heart attack, his mother refused to allow the doctor to operate on him.
In the end, my father died tragically in the ward.
I called her to come see my father for the last time, but she sneered and said,
"Are you father and son sick? Are you acting in a coffin to defraud me of money? Can you still have some face?"
When I came home with the urn in my hands, my mother, her bamboo horse, and the children were taking family photos.
