When we were a little older, my mother took us to dig wild vegetables. One time my brother asked my mother, "Mom, when will daddy come back?"
My mother looked at the continuous mountains in the distance. At that time, the sun was setting in the west, and the sky was rendered into a blurred blood red. The remaining warmth of the day gradually faded in this twilight.
Your father will come back when we finish eating all the food here.
Then I'll eat all the food so that daddy can come back soon. My brother shouted excitedly, not even looking at how many wild vegetables there were in the mountains and fields. However, since my brother is responsible for eating, then I will be responsible for digging. One day, we will eat up all the wild vegetables here, and that day dad will come back.
When I was very tired, I dropped my hoe, picked out a piece of azalea and put it in my mouth. The azalea in early spring had a faint bitter aroma. I thought about what my mother said, as long as I eat all the wild vegetables here, my father will come back.