Every time I go home, my mom would desperately stuff things into my trunk—three apples, five pears, a dozen eggs, a bag of millet, and so on. These were all common items. Sometimes, I would secretly put some back, but she would just stuff them back in, making things quite awkward.
Year after year, this continued. Eventually, my husband and I made a firm decision to stop taking things home, but every year, my mom would outsmart us.
Later, my mom’s memory began to decline. My sister said she had developed dementia. When I went back to see her, she didn’t recognize me and just stared blankly into the distance.
When it was time to say goodbye, my husband and I thought, “At least we won’t have to take back so many things now,” but we felt a little uneasy about it.
Turning back to look at my mom, I saw her talking to herself. Suddenly, she got up and walked toward the kitchen. After a while, she came back with two large strings of cured meat, greasy and unwrapped, and stuffed them directly into my bag.
In that moment, I burst into tears.
（via sohu | Translated | Contact Us）
Whenever I read stories like this, I’m reminded of the profound love parents have for their children. Even if they don’t recognize you anymore, that love remains as strong as ever.
