The sister who is always chasing me has grown up.

As long as I can remember, our family has had a pedal sewing machine.

The teacher asked us to learn a skill in the summer vacation of the third year of graduation. What should I study? My mother suggested that I learn sewing from her. I measured the size of a pair of trousers in the newspaper first, and then cut it out on the cloth my mother bought. It's time to go to the sewing machine, but my hands and feet are always inflexible. The dream of being a sewing master was shattered that summer vacation.

Then this sewing machine followed us from town to town and kept it in my mother's room. At first, my mother used it for sewing, but later, she didn't use it for many years.

Every two years, my mother will take out the oil and put it on the machine to prevent it from rusting.

My sister and I were surprised and asked why we had this machine at home, and then it broke down.

On a summer night, fireflies were flying around with lanterns. Our sisters slept on the mat, and my mother shook the cattail leaf fan around her and told us a story about a child.

There are only two sisters in our family. I'm my sister, and my sister is two years younger than me.

When I was a child, my sister especially liked to haunt me. Wherever I go, she chases me. Because he is younger than me, he will always wrestle behind me and run after me. The wrestling sister stopped crying, got up, continued to look for her sister, chased her and wanted to play with her. And I always have to chase my older friends and let my sister chase me. I don't care much.

Once, my 2-year-old sister followed me as usual and went out to play with my friends. Running and running, my sister fell and cried. Mother heard the crying, picked up her sister and coaxed her home.

At night, my sister still kept crying, crying and shouting vaguely, feet … feet. Mother opened her socks and found that her sister's right ankle was swollen. My mother was in a hurry and went to the township health center with her sister overnight. Diagnosis, ankle sprain.

It hurts the bones for a hundred days.

One hundred days later, my sister's foot wound healed, but she left a sequela-limping.

A naughty boy chased his sister and shouted, "Turn the kidnapper and turn the street (gai)." My sister often comes home crying, and my mother sighs while comforting.

Mother went to the fortune teller and said that the child's foot was not cured, so it was better to make plans early.

What does my sister do for a living after she grows up like this? This has become a heart disease for parents. A girl's family needs a craft to support herself in order to gain a foothold in the world.

Later, my parents thought it was a good idea to buy a sewing machine as a tailor. Tailors don't have to run around all day.

Every parent, where they can, will consider all aspects of life for their children and hope that their children can live a stable life.

So, in the spring when my sister was 4 years old, my family bought a pig and began to raise it. In winter, it weighs 100 kilograms. After selling it, I added dozens of dollars and pulled back this Meihua brand sewing machine.

Among them, the mother also looked for doctors everywhere to treat her sister. Cupping and acupuncture have been tried, but my sister is still limping. My sister's little disabled body is a deep pain in my mother's heart. But my mother's worried eyes can't cure my sister's foot disease.

When my sister was 6 years old, her foot disease miraculously recovered unconsciously. The fortune teller's words have also been blown away by the years.

Now that I think about it, my sister's foot also delayed treatment. It was the foul air inside that didn't come out, which made my sister suffer for so many years and made my parents bear the heart for so many years.

When I grew up, my sister was quick with her hands and feet, and she couldn't see the problems on her feet at all, which was surprising.

The plum blossom sewing machine at home can no longer function. In the autumn when the leaves are dancing, my mother called a rag collector and sent it out for dozens of dollars.

After listening to the story, I felt deeply guilty for my incompetent sister, and my parents never blamed me. Why did my sister's foot miraculously recover? Did the goddess sitting on the lotus throne hear her mother's late-night prayers?