I rewatched the last part a few times. Anthony, a gentleman who values his self-esteem and doesn't want to be looked down upon by others, finally... cried to his mother.
Anthony like this reminds me of my mom and dad.
My mother's mother passed away last year. In the years before her death, she was paralyzed in bed, unconscious and just staring blankly every day, completely different from the fierce and sharp image in her early years. I don't know if her soul is still in her body. She eats, pulls, and sleeps numbly every day. She is at the mercy of others like a puppet. She can feel her fresh moments, but only the wounds on her body hurt her. When screaming. Even if my grandmother was like this, when she knew she was gone, my mother would cry bitterly, "I don't have a mother anymore, I don't have a mother anymore!"
Relying on the fact that I am the darling of my parents, I feel that my parents are my invincible fortresses, the hardest from the inside to the outside, and the softest place can only be my baby. So on a quiet and good night for a walk, I asked my father, "Do you miss your grandma?" "Who doesn't miss your own mother?" Yes! Who doesn't miss their mother?
Both my parents lost their mothers. I was shocked by Anthony's performance in the movie. At that moment, I was still thinking, can I take care of my parents in their role as mothers? Selfless dedication to love them! Give them nagging and wholehearted love!
But in fact, I can't even show my daughter's love well now.
My mother wanted to chat with me more, but I was always impatient on the phone to speak for less than two minutes; my father wanted to joke to show humor, but I was always angry and blamed him for being serious; my mother wanted me to insist on physical exercise and not Tortured my body, but I always stay up late and eat junk food; Dad likes to cook different dishes every day, but I always don't bother to move a chopstick...
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