Her Journey, Your Return, Mother-In-Law and Daughter-In-Law, War and Peace

In spring, she is the one who pushes the door open; in summer, you are the one who closes the door. In autumn, you see the calluses on her hands - the place where she has held the bowl for forty years. In winter, you hand over a bowl of hot soup, and the heat blurs the eyebrows of the two of them. It turns out that every mother-in-law was once a daughter-in-law who stood by the stove and swallowed her anger. It turns out that every daughter-in-law will understand the hesitation on the other end of the phone one day. Four families, four pairs of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Between the kitchen and the threshold, between the sixty-second speech and the failure to convert it to text, Between the melted ice cream and the clipped dead leaves— They argued, were silent, looked back, and then tried to get closer. This book is written for everyone who is walking between "daughter" and "daughter-in-law". I hope you can see your own journey in other people's stories; I hope you can let yourself go gently at a moment when you turn the page. Like two adjacent trees, they grow separately, but their roots shake hands underground.