While I was strolling in a busy shopping mall, my cell phone rang suddenly. It was my parents calling. My father's voice sounded particularly old on the other end of the phone, as if he was suffocated by the burden of life. He asked me in a somewhat flattering tone: "Ivy Evans, when will you come back for dinner? Your mother and I took a day off today and made your favorite braised pork ribs specially for you."
I picked up a new Hermès bag and responded nonchalantly, "Okay, I'll be back soon." I didn't care at all about the leave he mentioned earlier, nor did I ask the reason.
Hearing that I was about to go home, my father laughed twice and then said, "Okay, Ivy Evans , call me when you come back and I'll pick you up at the door."
My home is located in a remote and messy suburb, surrounded by low-rent housing. Our family of four squeezed into a dim and narrow little room. Although our life was poor, it was full of warmth. However, the neighbors around were mixed, and every time I went home, I had to call my father in advance to ask him to pick me up. No matter what time it was, he would come to the roadside without complaint, holding my warm and generous hands and walking me through the road without street lights.
Thinking of this, a trace of impatience flashed through my heart, and I hung up the phone directly. I looked at the time. It was already evening. If I wanted to rush home for dinner, I should go home now. However, I just glanced at the time casually and continued to choose in the store.
Just as I picked up the bag worth 700,000 yuan, my phone vibrated twice. There was a WeChat notification on the screen. I swiped the screen and saw that it was from my sister Jasmine Evans: "Go home quickly, my parents have just been diagnosed with advanced liver cancer!"
I glanced at the message and turned my eyes away without paying attention. I smiled at the clerk beside me and said, "Please pack this bag for me." The clerk seemed to have never seen a customer like me who wanted to buy such an expensive bag after just one look. After looking at me for a few times, she confirmed the price with some hesitation.
I nodded, took out my cell phone and sent a message to my mother, but not to ask about her condition, but to ask for money: "Mom, what's the password of that bank card? I need some money." My mother replied without hesitation: "Ivy Evans, the password is your birthday. Come home early, we are waiting for you for dinner!" She didn't even ask me what I wanted the money for, just like she had for more than 20 years, she trusted and doted on me unconditionally.
