I heard it from 100.3 FM, narrate by DJ Ken Low.. Nice story to share.. =)
我的妻子因为意外事故离开我身边已经四年了，我想，妻子留下不会做任何家事的我和孩子，她的心有何等难过呢？我也因为无法兼顾父母双亲的角色而感到挫折。
有一天我为了出差，清晨赶出门，无法将孩子打点好就得离开家，正巧前一天有剩下的饭，我热了蒸蛋，向还没有睡醒的孩子交代一声，就出门去了。
为了照顾好孩子饮食三餐的事，我也无力把自己的工作做好。有一天晚上回到家，我只是很简短地和孩子打个招呼，就因为身体疲累，不想吃晚餐，脱掉西装之后就直接往床上躺下。就在那个时候，砰的一声，红色的汤汁跟泡面瞬时弄脏了床单和被单，原来有碗泡面在棉被里！这小子真是的，说时迟那时快，我实时拿起一个衣架，跑出去，往正玩着玩具的儿子的屁股就打，因为我实在是太生气了，所以不停地打他。但就在这个时候，他边啜泣边说了一段话，使我停了下来。 儿子告诉我说：「饭锅里的饭早上已经吃完了，晚餐在幼儿园吃了，但是到了晚上，爸爸还不回来，我就在橱柜的抽屉里找到了泡面。可是我想到爸爸说不能乱动瓦斯炉，所以我就打开洗澡的水龙头，用热水泡了泡面，一个自己吃，另一个想留给爸爸吃。因为怕泡面凉掉，所以我就把它放在棉被里，等你回来。可是因为我正在玩向朋友借来的玩具，所以忘了跟爸爸讲。」
我不想让儿子看到我在流泪，所以冲到洗手间，将水龙头打开，大声地哭。过了一阵子之后，我打起精神来，一面哄着儿子，一面也在他屁股上擦药，让他上床睡觉。当我清理好泡面弄脏的床单和棉被后，打开儿子的房门一看，发现他仍旧发出哭泣声，手里还拿着妈妈的照片。我把头靠在房门站了许久，看着这一幕。
自从在一年前发生这件事之后，我为了扮演好妈妈的角色，更加用心地去照顾他。现在儿子快七岁了，不久后就要从幼儿园毕业，进入国小读书。庆幸的是，儿子在这段时间毫无阴影，很开朗地成长。就在不久前，我再一次打孩子，因为幼儿园来电话说，儿子没有去学校，我心里觉得很不安，所以早退回家，在整个小区里大声地喊他的名字，却是遍寻不着。后来在文具店的门口，看见他站在电玩的前面，于是我很生气，又开始一直打他。儿子并没有说出任何的解释，只说了声对不起。后来我才知道，原来刚好是幼儿园要邀请妈妈去看才艺表演的日子。
发生这些事的几天后，儿子回家说，他在幼儿园里学了写字，从此他经常关在自己的房间里不出来，很认真地写字。我看到儿子这个样子，想到妻子在天国也一定会因为看到他这样而微笑，我就无法忍住泪水。
时间很快，又过了一年，到了冬天，街头上都在播放着圣诞节的歌曲，我的儿子却又闯了一个祸。我正要下班的时候，接到一通小区邮局的电话，说我儿子把一捆没有写地址的信，恶作剧地放在邮筒里。每年到了年底，正是邮局最忙碌的时候，所以这对他们造成很大的困扰。虽然我已决定不再打孩子，但在急忙赶回家后，叫了儿子来，我又忍不住痛打他一顿。儿子这一次只是说他做错了，却没有讲出任何理由。我把他推到一个角落，不管了，自个儿跑到邮局领回那一捆恶作剧的信。我把信丢到他眼前说：「你为什么要这样恶作剧？」儿子哭着回答说：「这些信是 我要寄给妈妈的。」
当时我的眼眶红了起来，心里很激动，但是因为在儿子面前，所以我尽量隐忍住没有表现出来。我接着问他：「那么，为什么一次寄这么多信呢？」儿子回答说：「以前我要把信投进去的时候，因为个儿太矮，所以没办法投入，但是最近我再去邮筒时，已经构得到了，所以我就把以前没有寄的，一次全部都投进入了。」
我听了以后，心中一片茫然，不知道该对孩子说什么话。过了不久以后，我就跟他说：「妈妈现在在天上，以后你写完信，把信烧了，就能送到天国去。」等孩子睡着之后，我到外面烧了那些信。我很好奇到底孩子想跟妈妈说些什么，所以读了其中的几封信。
而当中有一封信搅动了我的心。
亲爱的妈妈：
我很想念你！妈妈，今天在幼儿园有才艺表演，但是因为我没有妈妈，所以没有去参加，我也没有告诉爸爸，怕爸爸会想念妈妈。爸爸到处去找我，但我为了让爸爸看到我很开心的样子，所以故意坐在电动玩具面前，虽然爸爸骂我，但是我到最后也没有告诉他原因。妈妈，我每天都看到爸爸因为想念妈妈而哭泣，我想爸爸也跟我一样，很想念妈妈吧！但是，妈，我现在已经记不清楚你的脸。妈妈，请你让我在梦中，再一次能够看到你的脸，好吗？听说把想念的人的照片放在怀里睡觉，就会梦到那个人。可是，妈妈，为什么你没有出现在我的梦里呢？」
读完这封信以后，我就开始嚎啕大哭。到底什么时候，我才能填补妻子的空位呢？
给已经结婚的女同事：
不要加太多班，工作做不完，一定是公司的某些地方出问题了，一定要将问题反应给妳的老板，一直加班也不见的有用的，请务必要照顾自己的身体，才可以好好疼惜妳的小宝贝。
给已经结婚的男同事：
不要喝太多酒，不要抽太多烟，请问我们的生意，我们的客户，有比我们的身体重要吗？一定要想一想，有没有办法做到客人非我们不行，我们的差异化在哪里，我们是否真的懂客人的心，这比拼命喝酒还重要，请务必要照顾自己的身体，才可以好好疼惜妳的小宝贝和你的爱人。
给还没有结婚的男同事和女同事： 无入而不自得 -- （孔子）。
4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder, how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? She must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to taking care of the house and the kid. 'cos that is the exact feeling that I have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for the physical and emotional needs of my child, and failed to be the dad and mum for my child.
There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, I had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that there was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after informing my sleepy child.
With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I am home. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy. So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into the room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with intention of just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and felt was broken porcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies the source of the 'problem'... a broken bowl with instant noodles and a mess on the bedsheet and blanket!
Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him a good spanking! He merely cried but not aski! ng for mercy, except a short explanation:
"Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't anymore leftover rice. But you were not back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I remembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without any adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot water from the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is for me. However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot to remind you 'cos I was playing with my toys...I am sorry Dad..."
At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks...but I didn't want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom and cried with the shower head on to mask my cries. After that episode, I went towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on the bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my son's room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy.
A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend to most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up.
However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son's absence from school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting hi! m to explain. But he wasn't to be found, so I went around our house, calling out his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happily playing computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, 'I am sorry, Dad'. But after much probing, I realized that it was a 'Talent Show' organized by his school and the invite is for every student's mummy. And that was the reason for his absence as he has no mummy.....
Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has kept to himself and stay! ed in his room to practise his writing, which I am sure, wou ld make my wife proud, if she was still around. 'cos he makes me proud too!
Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It's winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is in every passer-by...Christmas carols and frantic shoppers....but alas, my son got into another troubl! e. When I was about to knock off from the day's work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the post master was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted to post several letters with no addressee. Although I did make a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn't help but to hit him as I feel that this child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, as before, he apologized, ' I'm sorry, Dad' and no additional reason to explain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office to collect the letters with no addressee and came home, and angrily questioned my son on his prank, during this time of the year.
His answer, amidst his sobbing, was : The letters were for Mummy.
My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to ask him: " But why did u post so many letters, at one time?" My son's reply was: " I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox, I could reach it and I sent it all at once..."
After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to say....
told my son, " Son, mummy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future, if you have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will reach mummy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soon after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will burn the letters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldnt help opening the letter before they turn to ash.
And one of the letters broke my heart....
Dear Mummy, I miss you so much! Today, there was a 'Talent Show' in school, and the school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I did not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as I was afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad went around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in front of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was furious, and he couldnt help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not tell him the real reason. Mummy, everyday I see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room. I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for! our own good I think. But Mummy, I am starting to forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in your dreams. But mummy, why havent you appear?
After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I can never replace the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife....
For the females with children:
Don't do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the work, it must be some kind of problems within the company, and it is not your sole problem. Feedback to your boss. Endless overtime may not necessary be the answer to the problem. Take care of your health so that you can treasure and take care of your little precious.
For the married men:
Drink less, smoke less, cos nothing can replace your good health, not even business nor clients.
Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your clients are totally dependent on you? or your boss is totally dependent on you? In this society, no one is indispensable. &nbs! p;Take care of your health, so that you can take care of your little precious and your loved ones.
For those singles out there:
Beauty lies in loving yourself first. With confidence and loving yourself, you will see the beauty in other things around you. You will be able to work better and happier. Don't let your health be affected by your work or your boss, so nothing matters more than your well being.
