My mother's hands were a little rough, and there were thick calluses on her fingertips.
I remembered the mistress who came back with my dad after I died.
She was dressed in bright clothes, and her skin was fair and tender. Anyone could tell that she had never done rough work.
However, who would connect her elegance with my mother's hard work?
She had lived a comfortable life all these years because of my mother.
When I was five years old, my mother died from a coal mine mishap.
It was most painful for the family not to see his body after he died. My mother had never remarried and had shouldered the heavy responsibility of our family.
Not only did she have to take care of my grandmother, but she also had to support Will's family.
This was because Will was my father's only brother. He was also my grandmother's only son left at that time. The pillar of the family, he was supposed to take good care of my grandmother until she died.
Because my mother had studied for a few years, she could work in the grain farm. There were not many people who could read in this era, so her salary was not bad.
However, she worked in the farm during the day and went home at night to make shoes for more money.