When the police broke into the house, I had just taken off the Rolex watch my father gave me.
The strong smell of blood in the room made them frown and look solemn.
Seeing that I looked calm, the leading policeman immediately became alert and shouted angrily, "Did you kill all these people? Why?"
"We have already done some preliminary research before we came here. You are the biological son of this family! The neighbors all said that the old couple treated you like their lifeblood and never had any conflicts. Why did you do this?"
Yes, I was their only son and everything in their lives.
My parents are so good to me that I once thought I was the happiest person in the world.
Everyone I know envies me. Even my love life is going very smoothly.
I got married to Grace after dating for only six months, and she gave birth to this lovely daughter a year after our marriage.
And today is our baby daughter’s full moon family dinner.
My mother got up at five in the morning to start preparing. She gave my aunt a day off and went to the market to buy the freshest ingredients.
He carried the heavy bags by himself, and even when he was bent over with exhaustion, he refused to let me help him.
After arriving home, she took a few minutes to relax, walked to my side, touched my daughter's head lovingly, and said softly: "You have a good rest, mom will cook your favorite meals for you, and let your dad take care of the milk powder. You have been feeling unwell recently, so don't get tired."
" Grace will be back from the confinement center soon, and she will look after the baby then."
When she was about to turn around, she noticed a pile of hair that had fallen beside my pillow. She picked it up and threw it into the trash can, muttering, "It's normal to lose hair. Don't think too much about it. If you take good care of it, it will heal slowly..."
Facing my mother's concerned nagging, I curled my lips and smiled indifferently: "Mom, I'm an adult, don't worry about me, just go and do your own thing."
When I was little, I thought every parent would love their son like this.
until I went to school and accidentally talked about my family with my classmates, saw their envious eyes, and compared it with the stick education in their family, that I realized how lucky I was.
They tolerated me almost without limits. In the past 25 years, we have never had any quarrels. Our relationship is incredible.
My dad was sitting on the sofa watching the morning news. He laughed when he heard what I said: "Your mom is like this. Even if you are in your seventies or eighties, you are still her precious son and the pride of our Victor family."
My mother was so angry that she retorted stubbornly, "You're still blaming me. Who was so excited that they couldn't sleep all night watching their granddaughter? It's like they've never seen a child before."
My dad coughed awkwardly and said, "Why are you saying this in front of your son? I'm just old and don't sleep enough."
My mother turned around and looked at me helplessly, and we both showed a look of disgust.
The implicit fatherly love seems to have never appeared in my family. They always spare no effort to express their concern and love for the younger generation.
Just like now, when my mother went into the kitchen to busy herself, I lowered my head and stared at my daughter's sleeping face in a daze.
At this time, my dad tiptoed into the room and threw a thick red envelope in front of me: "Don't let your mom know, this is your dad's private savings for his entire life, and it's a red envelope for my precious granddaughter to celebrate her full moon!"
My father said that he hid some secret money for himself, but in reality, all of his secret treasury was spent on me. He either bought me sports cars and motorcycles, or bought me real estate and watches.
I accepted it with a smile, but didn't say anything like before.
He was just trying to tease his sleeping granddaughter when my mother came into the room carrying washed and cut fruits and said disdainfully, "What are you doing here, old man? Don't disturb Victor and the child's rest! Go away, the room stinks when you come in."
After my dad was kicked out, she asked me with a smile, "When will Grace arrive? I want to see when the meal is ready."
"She said she has to go through the formalities at the confinement center in the morning. It should be soon. Take your time. There's no rush."
Speaking of Grace , my pupils trembled, and my eyes fell on my bony hands after I lost weight, hiding the emotions in my eyes.
Perhaps worried that we would quarrel, my mother worriedly said: " Victor , Grace treats you well, and your parents see it. It's not easy to find a girl who understands your feelings these days. You should give in to her more in the future. Your parents can't always be with you ... "
Her gentle and patient advice brought tears to my eyes. What a good mother! I really admire her.
I nodded solemnly, pursing my lips.
My mother quietly took out a pure gold bracelet from her pocket, lowered her head and put it on my daughter's wrist, holding her little hand and looking at it from left to right, she was extremely satisfied.
After a while, she seemed to remember that I was in front of her, and patted the back of my hand lovingly: "There are no other good-looking styles in the gold shop. When I'm done, I'll go to other stores to look for one and buy one for Grace . Giving birth is like going through the gates of hell. We can't favor one over the other."
I smiled and thanked her, but my eyes grew colder: "Mom, I'm afraid Grace won't be able to wait for your gift."
She didn't notice anything unusual about me. After she finished speaking, she turned around and went back to the kitchen to busy herself.
