Chapter 3

After my father’s accident, my mother was busy dealing with the aftermath. After more than half a year, the verdict was finally handed down, and the party responsible for the accident and the insurance company paid a lot of money. Suddenly getting so much money, this woman who always thought about making money seemed a little confused.

It was a school holiday that day, and I took a one-hour bus ride from the city back to town. After getting off the bus, my mother did not wait for me at the station as usual.

Ever since she lost her husband, I have become her only hope. Every time she goes home on vacation, she would wait for me at the station. I know that she has a natural fear of riding in a train. This is an unreasonable fear, but as someone who has experienced it, I can understand it very well.

The station was less than 5 minutes away from my home. I trotted home, opened the door, and saw my mother cooking in the kitchen.

“Son, there are strawberries on the table.”

I put down my schoolbag, picked up the strawberries on the table and started eating. Looking at her busy in the kitchen, I picked up a few strawberries and walked over.

“Mom, you have one too.”

I handed her the strawberry, but she smiled and shook her head.

“Eat, mom is cooking.”

I passed the strawberry to her mouth again and said to her, “Eat one!”

She smiled and said, “Mom doesn’t like strawberries!”

I felt a little sad, but mostly confused.

I wonder why I have the mentality of a teenager.

“Shouldn’t I? I was a teenager once ... wasn’t I?” I couldn’t help but get wet in my eyes. Just a moment ago, my spirit seemed to go back to my boyhood, in that dark little house, in the freezing cold, my mother and I sat around the stove and shared a piece of black bread.

My nose felt sore and tears came out, which made my mother a little overwhelmed.

“What’s wrong, kid? It’s just a strawberry...”

Before my mother realized what was happening, I threw myself into her arms.

“I love you mom!”

Today’s dinner was unusually sumptuous, and only afterwards did I learn about the compensation.

She didn’t want to tell me about it at first because she was worried that I would think of my father.

It’s just that my unusual behavior today seemed to have brought us closer. My mother seemed to think that I had grown up and started to ask for my advice.

My mother has some thoughts about doing business.

To be honest, I was laughing secretly at that time. After all, my real social experience was much higher than hers.

If I could take this money overseas and make it multiply several times, it wouldn’t be a problem, but the problem is that I’m just a middle school student now, and I behave very ordinary. I think it’s better not to do things that are not in line with my status.

After thinking about it, I persuaded my mother to use the money to buy a property in our city. However, the reason I persuaded her was not some economic term such as asset appreciation.

I just told her: When I graduate from college, even if I go back to my hometown to work, I will only look for a job in the city, so you can buy a house in advance and put it somewhere, even if you can rent it out.

After hearing my reasons, she accepted it without hesitation.

My mother and I had a very happy meal. She even ate one-third of the strawberries. Yes, who wouldn’t love this sweet and juicy fruit? If she says she doesn’t love it, it only means that she loves you more.