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Grandmother stood before the low grave, her face haggard and her eyes swollen, as if she had aged ten years overnight.
Her voice had become hoarse from excessive sorrow and anger, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of her heart, filled with endless pain and resentment:
"You wretched soul, you just left like this, leaving me with this old body to suffer in this world. How did I end up with such an unworthy one like you in my life? What am I supposed to do now? It seems I will have to endure this dry existence until the end!"
Grandmother's words were like sharp blades, cutting into the hearts of everyone present.
As she spoke, she wiped away the tears that flowed from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. Her sobs gradually turned into loud cries, as if she wanted to vent all her grievances and frustrations. The people around her, whether relatives or neighbors, stood silently; some bowed their heads in tears while others offered quiet comfort. But everyone knew that this pain could only be slowly eased by time.
After Grandfather's passing, the atmosphere at home became even heavier. Grandmother's anger and accusations seemed to be her only way of venting, endlessly. Every day, apart from being busy with household chores and farm work, she would constantly mutter about the faults of the entire family.
I was given the character "Nine" to fulfill Grandfather's last wish, hoping that even after enduring hardships, I could still maintain warmth and kindness and live long alongside my family.
But who says that living long equates to happiness?
At that time, I truly could not understand Grandmother's complex emotions. Her anger, nagging, and accusations seemed so unreasonable to me.
The arguments between Aunt and Grandmother became an indelible part of my childhood memories.
These disputes often arose over trivial matters, yet the intensity of their words was enough to draw attention from the entire village. Their common phrases often began with "you mother" or ended with "meet a bad end."
I often stood at a distance, listening to those unbearable words, filled with unease and confusion. I couldn't understand why the adult world was always filled with so much quarrel and discontent. Could they not face everything in life with a peaceful heart like Grandfather did?
Until I grew a little older, I often secretly wondered in the stillness of the night: Was Grandmother also suffocated by the burdens of life like us, which caused her to lose control?
In that tumultuous era, my father finally secured a job at the village supply and marketing cooperative. This news was like a spring breeze sweeping across barren fields, bringing new vitality to our family. Everyone was immersed in this sudden joy, seeing a glimmer of hope after years of hardship.
My mother was particularly excited; tears of happiness sparkled in her eyes. She choked up as she said, "Your father originally passed the exam to become the village broadcaster, but unfortunately, he was replaced by someone else. Over the years, he has faced so many setbacks and hardships, and now he has finally reaped the rewards of his struggles."
At that time, I was still young and did not have much understanding of the word "job" as mentioned by the adults. In my childish mind, I thought my father had found some delicious food that would make the whole family rejoice. As time passed, I gradually understood what that job meant for my father and for our entire family.
However, whenever my aunt brought up this past event, a proud smile would appear on her face—one that I could not comprehend at the time. She proudly declared that it was her self-sacrificing marriage that paved the way for my father to get this job at the cooperative.
While boasting about her achievements, she never failed to add that remark that made us uncomfortable: "You ungrateful bunch..." This served as a reminder of the immense sacrifices she had made for our family.
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