Love is supporting each other , love just a thread

                Love is supporting each other , love just a thread

     

  Up to now, I aleady appreciated thousands of movie from all over the world ,

almost each flim including  a dramatic thing which is we call it love ,but 

sometimes ,I really doubt whether there is a love between my parents ,every 

day they are very busy trying to earn money in order to pay the high tuition 

fees for my sister and me and others for family. They don’t act in the 

romantic ways that I read about in books or seem on TV and movie , In their 

opinion,”I love you” is too luxurious for them to say, sending flowers to 

each other on Valentine’s Day is even more out of the question.

                     

       One day, I sill remember clearly every details which my mother was sewing a quilt ，

silently sat down  beside her and looked at her.

   “Mom，I have a question  want to ask you,” I said after a while

   “ honey ,what?” she replied ,still doing her work.

   “Is there love between you and my Dad？” I asked her in a very very low 

voice,My dear mother stopped her work and raised her head with surprise in 

her eyes .She didn’t answer immediately. Then she bowed her head and 

continued to sew the quilt.

   

   I was very worried because I thought I had hurt her. I was very 

embarrassed and I didn’t know what I should do .  But at last I heard my 

mother say the following words:

  

   “Daniel,my honey “  she said thoughtfully, ”look at this thread, 

Sometimes it appears ,but most of it disappears in the quilt . The thread 

really makes the quilt strong and durable .  If life is quilt ,then love 

should be a thread. It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime, but it’s 

really there ,Love is inside.

               

                   

     I listened carefully but I couldn’t understand her until the next 

spring. At that time, my father suddenly got a accident which was seriously 

sick. My mother had to stay with him in the hospital for a mother .When they 

returned from the hospital , they both looked very pale .It seemed both of 

them had a serious illness.

     After they were back. Every day in the morning and at dusk . My mother 

helped my father walk slowly on the country road. My father had never been so 

gentle . It seemed they were  the most harmonious couple in the whole world .            

                        

                                                                    

      Once I thought love meant flowers ,gifts and sweet kisses . But after that accident of 

my father few years ago who I will never doubt the love between my mother and my 

father because I know that  love is just a thread in the quilt of life. Love is inside ,making 

life strong ,sweet and warm.