The phone call on the afternoon of September 25th was the end of my relationship with my aunt.
Her 47-year-old life came to an abrupt end, and the sirens of the ambulance were heard by her eyes that she could never open again. He left suddenly. He didn't have time to say goodbye to his underage children. He didn't have time to wait for his brother to get a wife or his sister to get married. He didn't have time to survive half a lifetime of hardships with his uncle. With a lifetime of regret and unwillingness, she went to another world to meet her son who died 19 years ago.
In the 22 years since her marriage, she seemed to have never enjoyed a few comfortable days. Being complained about, being punished, curling up the thin shoulders amid the daily necessities and pain, swallowing all the grievances into the stomach. The first 25 years were carefree years, and the last 22 years were a long winter. Her life was a microcosm of the suffering of countless ordinary women.
The tears in the emergency room, the cries at the funeral, the unspoken concerns... I slowly finished telling her the bitterness and regrets of the past forty-seven years.
Purpose: Women's suffering and the regrets of ordinary life