Touching story of a lunch box

You are coming again!

At noon, I stood at the gate of the school as a traffic guide to help the first grade children out of school.

Xin Yong’s mother, carrying a lunch, was at the school gate. I was shouted, and she showed an embarrassed expression.

Teacher!

Oops! Didn't I tell you? The school doesn't like parents to send lunch boxes for their children.

If every mother is like you, the school gate is full of people, so how do we leave school?

I know I know!

Hey! I know that I still send it. It is simply a matter of knowing.

You won't let him bring his own lunch!

I know I know!

These words do not know how many times. Every time at noon, the parents who sent the lunches and the first-grade children who came out of school often collided together, causing considerable trouble.

Xin Yong is a reticent, ingenious child. When I was in class, he even fell asleep. I was surprised and called him up.

what happened?

He stood up in confusion and did not answer.

The next day, I did the same, I really couldn’t stand it, and called him over.

What happened to you? I was already half-dead, and my tone could not be controlled.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and shed tears. I was shocked.

Say it! Why do you have to sleep in class?

My mother is in hospital! I have been with her at the hospital yesterday.

As soon as I heard it, I suddenly disappeared, and the anger in my heart disappeared.

Why is she hospitalized?

It is lung cancer!

As soon as I heard it, my heart was cool to the soles of my feet.

The mind thinks of the new braveness of the body to win.

If, unfortunately, that day, how will he continue for a long time? I can’t help but think of it.

When I was eating, my wife was feeding my son to eat. I couldn’t help but think of it. The former mother of Xinyong secretly sent him a lunch.

After work the next day, I rode a locomotive to the hospital to visit his mother.

I haven't seen it for a few weeks. The young mother's mother is not thin, her pale face, her bald head, she can't believe it.

She saw me, she was surprised, trying to stand up, but, coughing, the whole person stunned.

Don't stand up! Don't stand up!

Teacher! Thank you, thank you! She shouted hard and her eyes burst into tears.

In the corridor of the hospital, Xinyong’s father said to me:

There are only two months left! Hey! I don’t really know what to do? He is tearful.

Go back to school and report to the principal.

His father is over sixty years old, and now his mother will leave the world again. Is it possible for us to launch a fundraising campaign? No matter how much, you can help him. The headmaster readily agreed.

After a few days of fundraising activities, we finally raised $52,120.

When the money was sent to the hospital, Xinyong’s mother had fallen into a coma.

We are going to send him home today!

The father of Xinyong, his face is whitish. As soon as I heard it, my heart twitched for a while.

Teacher! Can you help me?

Please say! I can do it, I will promise.

A few days ago, he had been holding a new brave hand and shouted: Mom can't send a lunch for you!

I think, ask the teacher to let him send the last lunch. Only when he sends it, he really feels the glory of a mother.

I heard this, I nodded at the intersection.

At noon, an ambulance hula pulled to the school gate.

Xinyong’s father and a medical staff pushed the people on the stretcher.

I am filled with tears, standing next to me, accompanied by a traffic guidance teacher.

It’s here! It’s here!

Xinyong’s father bought a lunchbox and the new brave mother lying on the stretcher, stretched out his thin and pale hands, carried the lunch, and pushed it down next to the iron gate at the gate. On the other side of the iron gate, Xin Yong extended his right hand and took over his mother's lunch.

Mom! New brave crying.

At this time, I clearly saw her mother's thin cheeks, twitching, as if to talk, but could not tell.

Mom! I don't want it! I don't want you to go! The new brave screams.

My tears can no longer be controlled and fall. I hate myself, how forbearing it used to be!

The next day, Xinyong’s mother passed away.

One day after Xinyong’s mother went out, Xinyong’s father came to my office and handed me a bag of kraft paper.

Teacher! This is the money that you and the students have helped me. I think there are more students who need this money, so I will give it back to you. Thank you for your help.

After that, when the money is released, he will turn around and leave. This money seems to be like heat, and it is burning my heart.

I am looking for a new courage to chat everyday. I am afraid that he will not be able to withstand the blow of the mother.

Teacher! You can rest assured! I am fine! Don't worry about me all the time!

Xinyong said to me: I have known for a long time that my mother is going to die. I don’t want to listen to you, so my mother should not send a lunch. Because, during the day, only at noon, I can eat my mother's rice.

I have a glimpse of my heart, why?

She is very weak, and her father is cooking at home. Only when her father is not at noon, can she secretly carry her father to cook. She insisted on sending a lunch. After that, the new courage burst into tears.