Memories from the past, and the wisdoms of your mother’s words to the woman who’d needed the consoles back then were very wise, translated…
Back when I was younger, I’d especially going on trains with my father to visit his friends down south, I’d always looked forward to the lunch that my father would buy for me at lunch. As I’d opened the lunch box, the heated aroma came towards me; a stewed egg by the pork chops, with two slices of pickled radish, with the salted vegetables, looked colorful, smelled good, tasted wonderful, it’s such, a delicacy.
Traveling with my father, enjoying the rail station lunches, it was, especially wonderful to recall, probably because it’s dipped in my wonderful interactions with him on the trips.
I’d recalled once I’d gone on the northbound with my father home, as we entered the house, there was, that sweet aroma, walked to the kitchens, I saw the aunty from next door, sitting at the stool in front of the stoves, eating string noodles with the sesame oil with the dried orange pieces. I’d heard my mother consoled with her, “Just let him stay! Don’t worry, everything will be find somehow………” in the end, our neighbor took her light smile, as she left my home.
My mother said, she was pregnant with her fourth baby, but she’d worried that her husband who was a carpenter couldn’t be able to keep them all, and wanted to give this child up; her husband wouldn’t agree, called her heartless, the two of them had a huge fight. She’d carried her child on her back and rushed out in anger, got to the station, and found she had nowhere she could go, if she’d returned to her mother’s, her mother would console with her, and the problems are still going to be there, and even, her own father might cuss her out; that was why she’d wandered around the station for the better of the day, until the lunch she’d packed became soured, she’d slowly, walked to our house. Learned that every time my father and I rode on the trains, we’d had my mother’s packed lunches, looking at the two of us, she’d sighed, “there’s such a huge difference between a lunch packed by a man and a woman!”
In that era where resources are lacking, a lot of parents were stressed out on whether or not to have a child; and in this current day, with the declines in birthrate, a lot of parents were trying to have babies, and go through the trials, it’s equally hard. No matter the eras, the hearts of parents are exactly the same.
Every time I’d traveled through that tunnel of time, recalled how my mother stated, “the children will bring their own blessings over”, and, all those wonderful tastes from my childhood, came back onto my tongue once more.
And so, everything will work itself out, as it’s supposed to is what this article is about, and, the writer’s mother must’ve gained this wisdom through the trials of her own life, because otherwise, she couldn’t have stated it the way she had to the neighbor, to help console her…
Life, the Obstacle Course 