Pumpkin

I have to tell my mom before I do this. My mother was also said to have been beautiful when she was young and to have been in good hands, and the only deficiency could have been her poor hearing. In my memory, from the moment I knew it, my mother had reached the middle age. At that time, her hearing had fallen seriously and sometimes you stood behind her and she didn't notice it. To be honest, my mom wasn't very good at cooking, she only made a few recipes, at least that's what I thought, because Dad always cooks. And Mom, it's the fault of the table, and Dad's always pissed off, so every day at the table, it's the parents' fight, and we little kids are just bowing in. When I grew up, my father was sick, and my mother, a rich woman, entered the kitchen and started washing her hands to make soup. There was little appreciation of her cooking at the time, because there was less. And Mom, in the face of the dilemma of life, became superstitious, and felt that everything was life and a ghost. It's a state of exhaustion. It's what makes the children helpless. And it's me who's upset with her, and I've always felt that she's unfair to me and partial to my brother and sister. I was even indifferent to her. I've been away for years and sometimes I'm even ashamed to speak of her. Until that year, I had an accidental miscarriage and went back to the house for a while. Only mom is home, she can't hear you, but she talks in her mouth. But I cook a lot of food every day. I only knew that she cared less about me than her brother and sister. The old woman, after losing her husband and her son, was already white, on her back and on her feet. The big pot in the house is getting bigger and she's working hard. After giving birth to my son, I asked my mother to come to my house several times, and she had countless reasons to refuse me. It took a long time to make a telephone call to her when she could not hear, and I had to repeat it until she understood. Yesterday, Guangzhou rains. Heavy internal flooding. She called this morning. Said I saw the news last night, and there was a heavy flooding. Ask me if my family has suffered. I said no. And she said again and again, "Beware of the flooding that close to your house." I suddenly asked her, Mom, did you grow pumpkins? She said she only planted one. No one at home wants to grow any more. I said pumpkins are really good. She didn't listen to me. She said, "Yeah, that's because you don't eat meat when you're a kid, you take it. Yeah, when mom didn't cook, she picked up the pumpkin flowers, then cut them up and made them sweet. They say women are flowers and flowers are dreams. My mother, when she was young, she must have been like flowers. Like this dish, made with flowers. Turns out, my mom, she's been elegant。