Mum
My mother is about 68 years old, and she is not in good health. She has some sort of disease, like headache, inexplicable pain, and so on. When I was a little kid, I did not know how hard she worked. Now when I look back, I know she is a hardworking and selfless woman.
At that time, there were no appliances, she had to do everything by hand, just backbreaking work from sun up to sundown. It seemed she never had a chance to take a break. I still remembered When it was sunny, she worked in the field, and when it rained, she made shoes for us. She never complained, at the same time, she never said:" I love you." I know whatever she felt, it's so far below the surface.
My eldest sister, unfortunately, passed away seven years ago. She took care of me when she was about five years old. She learned how to cook when she was about seven years old. She cooked for the family, did some cleaning. She is a capable woman. After she married, her apartment was always clean, their clothes always freshly pressed, and sounded a wonderful cook. She seldom complained. She had made countless sacrifices to take care of her own family.
Now I am a mother. I started thinking about the role of a woman. My mother, my sister, have made too many sacrifices for their family. Why does this society want women to make sacrifices and take it for granted?
Of course, the proportion of Chinese men doing housework is increasing, but it is far from enough. When they get home from work on time, they think they are great husbands.
When I was having dinner in a restaurant that night, I looked around and sadly found that almost all the customers were men, while women were mostly with their boyfriends. Where are the moms? They are busy taking care of the children at home.
I expect women to think more about themselves because we are also flesh and blood.