In a moonlit night, I was standing at a cold sloping hill, looking back at the extraordinary days that had happened to my family.Just three years ago, my father disappeared from a dark night and from our eye sight. It was at that time and on that same spot that my father made an irrevocable decision to divorce my mother.Everything came so unexpected and unprepared that I didn’t know what to do.All I could do, instinctively, was to hold tightly to the arms of my father, asking him to stay with us.But what I did was in vain: he did not listen to me, but his eyes betrayed his mind: he left me not because he did not love me but because he had something beyond my understanding.At that moment, I threw myself into a couch, feeling the sky was falling.I saw my mother’s tearful face and sobbing eyes, but she tried hard to hide her delicate feelings away from me.That was a full-moon night, a time for families to be together.
Father’s sudden departure plunged mother and me deep into a chaos, way too much for a boy of 12, but I was feeling not as a boy any more, but a young adult overnight. Immediately I knew what it would mean to me as the son of a divorced and helpless woman: I would have to share the burden along with her!Since then, my friends and neighbors could find me not in the play ground with other kids of similar age, but in the streets selling newspapers and snacks.Just imagine yourself living in an ego-esteemed society, and imagine yourself in a stall earning a meager income.At first, I could hardly adjust myself, but I kept telling myself that I had no choice and that my mother relied on my help.The divorce left an indelible scar in the mind of my childhood, a scar that carried its impacts on my studies and my social life.Very soon, my school performance was beginning to deteriorate, under the physical and psychological stress.
After a year, I finally walked out of the shadow of depression and disappointment.Meanwhile, the affection for my mother was increasing.I was praying and hoping that she would get back to normal.After daily school dismissal, the first thing I would do was to go straight home and share all the family chores to relieve mother’s burden.I would try to make up some interesting things to comfort her, I would tell her the white lie that father would return.I would refuse to go to bed until she retired for the night first.Only after I saw her in sleep could I have the peace of mind to return to my desk, burning my oil for school assignments. The first birthday happened to be the annual anniversary of the miserable divorce, and on that special birthday of my mother’s, I gave her a sweet surprise by a whole bunch of tulip and decoration of her room.For the first time since the divorce, I saw an elusive smile on her sad face.
Step by step, mother regained the lost confidence and passion for life. After half a year’s of adjustment, relocation and planning, mother and I pulled all the scarce resources together to open a small restaurant named “Changsha Cuisine—love lost and regained.”Each day after school break, I would help her around in the restaurant, counting bills and greeting customers, sometimes even running business errands.Because of our friendliness and good terms, in addition to tasty food, our business was booming.Many of my school mates became our frequent patronager.During the period of the divorce, mother and I depended on each other and the bonding was becoming inseparable.Soon I was earning better grades in school and stabilized myself in the top 20 out of 55.I was finding more pleasure in the diversified extra curriculum activities.I am still taking great pride in the organization of a civil society for the assistance of the Beijing Olympic Games.Because of my initiative, we successfully recruited about 300 members and donated our earnings to the financially needed children in the poor regions.
It is fair to say, before the divorce, that I used to take love from others for granted; it is also fair enough to conclude that I am now ready to give love, “thanks giving” after the divorce.In the three years, I have learned what love is and how to express my gratitude in a restricted sense and a broad sense.Love for others is not limited to your parents, but to people around you, without expecting a return from others.That is my understanding of the essence of love and that understanding has helped me tide over the family crisis .