I thought I was strong, but I didn't know I was in tears.

I drove my daughter to take a plane to Canada at 5: in the morning.

I didn't feel any sadness when I watched her disappear at the security checkpoint. There are only blessings!

I thought I was too strong to express my feelings with tears.

I had a meeting at 9 o'clock.

The meeting was over at 11 o'clock.

The meeting place is near my mother's hospital, so I decided to visit her and invite her out for dinner.

after dinner, my mother suddenly asked me if I felt a little empty inside. I said indifferently, of course. Mother nodded.

after taking my mother back to the hospital, I went home by subway. In the subway, I suddenly saw my daughter posting a post about storage in the WeChat group of storage enthusiasts I built. A friend clicked a compliment. Suddenly, my tears burst and I couldn't help flowing downwards. I was embarrassed to be seen by the passengers in the carriage, so I quickly found a corner, facing the corner, and let that part of my daughter flow freely.

For a month, my daughter quit her job, sold her house, and worked with her son-in-law to make all the preparations before emigration.

My home has become her temporary habitat.

due to the preparation of luggage, the house was a little messy. There are a lot of things to get rid of every day. I was so dizzy by this seemingly endless cleaning that I lost interest in cleaning.

I count on my fingers, too. There are still a few days before she leaves. I thought that if she left, she could clean up.

She once hinted that I should not shed tears when leaving, and it is not gone forever.

I thought, how can I shed tears?

during this time, I don't care about her occasional dissatisfaction with me;

I don't care about her careless destruction of family cleaning;

I don't care if she doesn't do any housework at home:

I don't care if she occupies the living room TV alone ......

Because I know that this will be a time when we can hardly get along with each other in this life.

My daughter is going to immigrate to Canada. This is the result of her long struggle, and I should be 1% happy for him.

however, there is a faint melancholy in my heart.

although everyone says that communication and transportation are very convenient now, distance is not a problem.

But, I know, on weekends, it's hard to see my daughter at the dinner table.

It's hard to have a young man who keeps sending me fashionable information.

there will never be a young man who will accuse me of not doing well enough;

There will never be a young man again, because I forgot her birthday, and I was angry for a month and ignored my love;

No more young people will tell me where there is an exhibition, where there is delicious food, what movie is good, and what country is beautiful ........................................................................................................................................

my tears flow wantonly, I can't stop, and I don't want to stop!

my heart is full of melancholy and sadness, and I don't want to pretend to be strong!

Some people say that she looks like me.

It's not her appearance, but her personality.

Maybe that's why I'm so frustrated.

The person who understands me like me, she left me far away.

daughter, mom loves you!