Chapter 69 Famine in Taipei

Every time I go back to my hometown in the countryside and want to return to Taipei, my mother always stuffs a lot of things into my suitcase until there is no room for it. It seems that there is a famine in Taipei. "Mom, you don't need to bring anything, Taipei has everything." I said. Mom always replied like this: "I'm lying to you! Taipei has everything, and Taipei is not Paradise." I took out guavas, oranges, and cantaloupe, and said, "At least, there are these fruits." My mother stuffed it in for me again, and said, "The ones in our country are more delicious and cheaper."

I took out a large bag of dried meat, dried meat floss, and dried meat, and said, "There is Xindongyang downstairs in our house!" She stuffed it in for me again, and said, "What do you know? I want to buy it for my grandson." The food is not bought for you to eat, not to mention that they are all handmade!" I couldn't hold her back, so I put my last hope on the six cans of soda and Coke in the suitcase, and said, "You don't need to bring this soda!" She said: "I bought this at the welfare center. There is a difference of 10 yuan between a can and the outside one. I take it with me. I can drink it when I am thirsty on the road."

"It's like this!" I said. My mother’s eyes lit up, and she said: "You liked to drink soda when you were young, and you often stole soda from under the table to drink..." I immediately interrupted her and said, "I will bring it, me." Because I knew she would drink it next. Take out all the food incidents of my childhood and talk about it until I surrender. At this time, my mother saw that I was no longer fighting, and finally patted my suitcase with satisfaction, and said with distant eyes: "It's ours if you can carry it." Then, we fell into silence because, "It's easy to carry it." Get up, it's ours" was my father's catchphrase when he was alive. When my mother said this, we all thought of my father at the same time.On the way back to Taipei by train, I thought that since my father passed away, my mother had projected all her love on us. She didn't care about our decades, thinking that we were all children in need of care.

I remembered my father's catchphrase "If you can mention it, it's ours", now it's my mother's turn to say it. Regarding the love of our parents, we also "can lift it up, it's ours". If you can still lift it up and there is still space in the suitcase, let's put more love in it!