At the beginning of the 1990s, when I was only 5 or 6 years old, I had to stay at my uncle’s house because of my small family. The two are only over ten meters apart. My parents and two other uncles live in another house on a higher terrain.
Every time I have dinner, I have to cross the path in the middle of the bamboo forest to take a rest at Uncle Si’s house. His house is a typical courtyard house structure. There are open kitchens on the left and right of the door, and the left is for grandparents. I live in a row of houses on the left and live with my grandparents. The room where I slept was facing the small courtyard in the middle of the room.
The toilet is connected to the pigsty and is located between the kitchen and the bedroom. Every time you urinate in the middle of the night, you have to hold an old, old oil lamp. Although every household had electricity at the time, the four aunts were bitter and harsh, and they were very dissatisfied with my grandfather and grandmother’s staying at her house.
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One summer day, my neighbor’s mother-in-law died very much at www.guidaye.com. I didn’t understand anything at the time, only that there was no rock sugar to eat in the future. In the afternoon, my aunts went to wear shrouds for her elderly people, and I went to join in the fun. The thick mosquito net blocked most of my eyes, and I only saw her exposed hands and feet. The hands that grabbed the sugar for us on weekdays looked so thin and scary. The black cloth shoes had been put on the feet, and the toes were pointed.
I didn’t know what I meant, and I left. In the evening, her large courtyard was filled with tables and chairs, and everyone from the village came to attend the funeral of her old man. Her body was placed in the hall, and our group of people ate outside. At that time, I just remembered sitting at a table with my parents and smelling a strong smell of paper money at the start of the meal. Looking at the meat dishes that rarely appear, I couldn’t help but increase my appetite.
But shortly after the start of the meal, I ate a few bites of rice, and I felt the dishes were bitter, and then my stomach started to hurt. The aunts and uncles around them were superstitious and suspected that the mother-in-law had adjusted me. Can’t eat any more, and hurried home.