My family had lived with my parents-in-law for six years until we moved out. My mother-in-law took good care of my family while living together, but after we moved out, she is now taking greater care of us.
One day, she called me and said she would drop by my house. On the day she appointed, she came with a lot of luggage in her hands. Remembering that it was my birthday, she brought seaweed soup she had just boiled and various side dishes that I had said I liked while living together.
On unpacking all the luggage, she hurriedly stood up, saying that she was busy probably because I might feel uncomfortable if she stayed longer.
“It’s hard to carry them all, so this is the last time. There will be nothing next year!”
Although she talks bluntly, she is full of love. Looking back at the past, she celebrated my birthday since I got married, without skipping even a year. Seeing the small back of my mother-in-law turning around, I was deeply touched by her who loves her daughter-in-law just like her own child. I was sorry to her and ashamed of my poor filial piety.
That day, I cried buckets before my husband. Thinking back over myself who used to put a sense of responsibility ahead of love in treating my family, I realized what true love is. I will be good to my mother-in-law, who inspires me with love. Yes, I will do that wholeheartedly!