Yesterday, grandma was angry with mother.

Grandma was so angry that it frightened me.

The reason was that my sister and I painted messy things on the walls at home, and my mother bought me a lot of watercolor pens for me to draw. As I was drawing, I became curious, and I drew on my hands. On the feet, on the sofa cushions.

My grandma wouldn’t let me paint the wall, so I said: My mother lets me paint, and my mother likes me to paint. Grandma felt a little angry that I didn't listen to her.

When my mother came back in the evening, she suggested painting. Grandma said I couldn’t draw.

Mom said that from now on we will draw on paper, not on hands or mats.

Grandma said, I can’t draw. Grandma has a tough attitude.

Mom said, draw!

Grandma said, don’t draw!

Paint!

No drawing!

Paint!

No drawing!

The two of them became so stubborn.

My mother suddenly turned around and asked me, Strawberry, do you want to paint or not?

I don't know how to answer.

I felt that grandma was a little impatient and rushed to answer for me: No painting!

Mom pushed my hand and asked me to answer. I still don't know how to answer. Grandma hurriedly said for me: No painting!

Mom said, you can draw. We don’t draw on mats and hands, we draw on paper. Just paint the wall after the painting is dirty. The growth of the child is more important than the wall.

Grandma was angry: If you don’t let your children draw, won’t they grow up!

The mother hurriedly explained: Mom, I didn’t mean that. Let your child draw when she likes to draw, which is beneficial to her growth.

Grandma’s undeniably domineering response: Wait until she grows up before painting! Can't draw now!

I am very scared. I don’t know why grandma is so angry about painting. Maybe I'm wrong. It's wrong to draw. I shouldn't draw.

My mother is also a little afraid of grandma, but she still hopes to win her permission for me to draw. The mother said slowly: Mom, when the children are older, we can paint the walls again.

Grandma said angrily: You are so rich! Are you living a very spacious life?

My mother suddenly became angry. She pressed down and asked grandma: Mom, do you think I will always be so poor and unable to turn over? ! Will I never be able to paint a wall in my life? !

Grandma felt as if she had said the wrong thing, so she compensated: Isn’t that still troublesome?

Mom said: I’m not afraid of trouble, so why are you in a hurry.

Grandma blushed and defended: I didn’t mean to protect the wall for you and keep it neat and nice. Is it easy to install and repair?

Mom was anxious, so she tried her best: Mom, the house belongs to me, and I can paint it if I can.

Grandma suddenly exploded! When I cry, grievances, anger, anger, low self-esteem and other emotions come to my heart!

Grandma cried and cursed: I was injured to death by you! Whoever’s house you live in is not your own house! If you have money, buy us a house and your dad and I will move out! I'm almost 40 years old and I can't say a word, but when I say it I hurt people! You never help with the work when you go home! Have you ever stretched out your hand to help! I’m so tired that you can’t even see me! ...

Grandma was crying and scolding while throwing things, ping! Ping! Pong! Pong!

The light in mother's eyes dimmed immediately. He lowered his head as if he had made a mistake and fell silent.

Mom picked me up and carried me back to our room. My mother put me on the bed. She lowered her head and fiddled with her mobile phone without speaking.

I feel my mother is very sad. She just wanted to get me the right to draw, and she didn't want to make grandma angry. I won’t draw anymore so that my mother and grandma won’t be angry.

Grandma finished crying and scolding, and called her sister out.

My sister came in and asked us to come with her, but my mother didn’t want to talk to her.

My mother didn’t go out with me until they left. My mother didn’t want to go with them.

While waiting for the elevator, my mother knelt down and asked me: Baby, grandma is angry, are you scared?

I told my mother: I am not afraid.

Are you sad?

I'm not sad either. I answered calmly, I wanted to reassure my mother.

My mother always wants to squat down and talk to me. I push her up because I don’t want to talk about this topic.

I looked up at my tall mother and asked: Are you angry that you are so tall?

Mom smiled. Mom knew what I meant: You have grown so tall and you are an adult. Are you angry too?

Mom said: Baby, I’m not angry. I'm just a little sad. Mom is not angry with grandma, she just hopes to persuade grandma to agree to your painting. Baby, it's not your fault that grandma is angry, nor is it your mother's fault. It's because she wants to be angry.

Strawberry, will you still paint in the future? my mother asked me.

I won’t draw anymore. I whispered, a little frustrated by the question. I like to draw, but I don’t want my grandma and mother to quarrel and get angry because of my drawing.

No, no, Strawberry, mom hopes you can continue to draw. Mom likes you to draw. The purpose of the argument between mom and grandma is to hope that you can draw when you want to.

It’s not that grandma doesn’t like you painting. Grandma likes you to paint. Grandma just doesn’t like you painting on the wall or on the sofa cushions. There are also brushes and paper that we need to pack away. By the way, let’s make an agreement, right?

The elevator came and my mother picked me up so that it would be more convenient for us to chat.

What kind of mother is the promise?

The agreement is the agreement between the two of us. We will abide by it together. It is our secret! We agreed on two things: 1. You can draw when you want, but you must put the pen and paper in the drawer after you finish drawing. This way grandma doesn’t have to clean up for us. Grandma is very tired from working every day, and we can no longer add to her burden. 2. We only draw on paper, not on the walls, sofa cushions, or hands.

Yeah, I nodded.

In this case, will you dare to draw in the future?

Dare you.

Well, mom hopes that you can grow up freely, and she will try her best to protect you. She hopes that you can draw when you want to draw, and dance when you want to dance. Mom will find a way if grandma doesn't agree. Mom will always support you in doing what you like.

Mom. I felt very secure lying on my mother's shoulders.

Do you remember our agreement? First, after finishing the painting, put the paper and pen into the drawer. The second is to only draw on paper, not on sofa cushions. Okay?

Oh. I agreed haphazardly. I could vaguely understand it, but did I have to do so much? I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to remember it.

Mom seemed to know what I was thinking: "Baby, what a promise means is a promise." Mom smiled. "It seems like nonsense. What a promise means is that sometimes you don't have to do it. If you don't want to do it, you don't have to do it." You can ask your mother to help you when you do it.”

Well, I agreed casually, and I didn’t know if I could do it. It sounds complicated. The world of adults is really complicated.

Later, my mother took me to the supermarket, because my grandma went to the supermarket. My mother went to check out my grandma, help her carry things, and please her.

Grandma accepted her mother’s flattery, so it was considered a reconciliation. But grandma's face was still very heavy and aggrieved, without a smile. I still don't dare to let go and play, and I don't dare to let go and talk.