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A fatal mistake

Posted on August 27 2013

A heartless misunderstanding, chaotic happy footsteps. When the fate of the deadlock finally cost open, everything was too late. The mother-in-law to come home to old age, but the results deviated from our original intention.

After two years of marriage, sir me to discuss her mother from the countryside to live. Mr h my father passed away, he is her only sustenance, lady one support as he grew up, he finished university for. "This four word bear bitter hardships" in her body, never to! I repeatedly say yes, give her mother-in-law pack out a southing room with balcony, can bask in the sun, raising flowers what. Standing in the sunny room, without saying a word, he suddenly lifted me around in the room, I make threatening gestures to beg for mercy, said: "my mom to pick."

Mr. tall, I love on his chest, feeling petite body at any time may be he caught up in his pocket. When my husband and I dispute and refused to surrender, he lifted me up, in my head above rickety, until I was frightened for mercy. This frightened happy let me be infatuated with.

The mother-in-law in the country habit cannot change for a while. I used to buy a bouquet of flowers placed in the living room, she was really can not help: "your baby doesn't know to save?" I smiled and said: "Mom, home of blooming flowers, the mood will be good." She is low head mumble, gentleman smiles: "Mom, this is the city people's habits, slowly, you get used to it.

She did not say anything, but every time I bought flowers come back, still can not help but ask how much money to spend, I said, he "tut Tut". Sometimes, I buy packages of things to go home, she asked how much is this that much money, I -- answer truthfully, her mouth to suck the louder. Mr s my nose and said: "little fool you don't tell her the real price did not go?"

Happy life gradually with the dissonance. Her mother-in-law's don't like me sir up breakfast. In her view, the big man to the wife cooks, where has this truth? The breakfast table, her face often cloudy, I pretend not to see. She then the chopsticks made jangled, this is her silent protest.

I do dance teacher at the children's palace, to jump has been tired, morning the warm bed, I don't want to throw away this only enjoyment, so, I to her mother-in-law protest to pretend to be ignorant of sth.. I help my mother do some housework,she do me more busy. For example, she put the garbage bag together, said enough to sell waste plastics, get home everywhere discarded plastic bags; she is not willing to use detergent to wash the dishes, in order not to hurt her self-esteem, I have again to wash secretly.

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