This March, my grandpa passed away. It was my lowest point, so was my dad.
Dad is the second child among the four in the family;it was a load even for a rich family.Several decades later, each child has his own happy family. Everything must have been all right. However, tragedy came one day.
I was the last to be informed of and couldn't believe it was true. With tears rolling down desperately, I knelt down and kowtowed to my grandpa. Mum, Dad, Uncles, Aunts, and Cousins had already returned home. It was among the few times all the family members came back.
Deep into the night, I calmed down and began to accept the reality, but still didn't know what to do,only seeing what other people were doing.
Large quantity of people crowded in our house, playing cards or mahjong (as it was a local custom); some women were preparing buns for tomorrow's meals; my dad and uncles were entertaining the guests. At this very moment, after saying Grandpa's birthday was three days earlier than his, my dad glanced at Grandma, his eyes misty, trying to get some consolation and love from her. No expressions were given back. Grandma called her first child,enjoining some matter. I saw my dad turn his eyes back, trying to hide his sadness or disappointment inside, then, continued to talk to the guests...
This is not jealousy, but sadness. From this, I can see many similar eyes. In such a big family, love was selfish.
Nowadays, the society advocates the family planning policy, thus, more and more families have one child,and their eyes maybe never exist such expressions...
(photo from my friend's QQ zone)