(Minghui.org) My mother and I practice Falun Dafa. After my sister-in-law gave birth, my mother went to our hometown to take care of her and the baby, and she stayed there for 40 days. In order to study the Fa and do the exercises, she slept very little.

My sister-in-law (also a practitioner) took the baby to her parents’ home for a while, so my mother stayed with me. My mother had been working very hard and I felt sorry for her. I thought, “While she’s here I must let her rest and eat well.” These sentiments reflected my attachment, but I didn’t realize it.

My mother was busy all day at my grandmother’s house and arrived at my place around 5 p.m. She went to bed early that night. The next day, she woke up early, did the exercises, recited the Fa, and prepared three meals. When I didn’t have classes during the day, she studied the Fa with me. She occasionally felt sleepy, so she took short naps, but she later restrained herself from sleeping. When she felt tired, she prepared food. Once she felt more alert, she resumed studying the Fa.

I initially encouraged her to rest when she felt tired. But after seeing how diligently she studied the Fa, I stopped. Why did I stop? Because by studying the Fa we often gain new understandings, and the more we study, the more we want to study. After she came to stay with me I did all five exercises every day. Prior to this, I avoided hardship, and I seldom did the second exercise because it felt long and tiring, both physically and mentally. My mother helped me realize the importance of studying the Fa more and of making the most of every moment.

One day, I noticed that the corner of her right eye was bloodshot. This had happened before—the last time was right after she was released from prison. The prison staff claimed she had high blood pressure and forced her to take medication. She secretly spat out the pills when the guards weren’t paying attention. The day after she returned home, we were at my grandmother’s house, surrounded by relatives who noticed that her right eye was red, but my mother firmly said it was nothing. Feeling worried, I looked it up on my phone and found that it could be related to blood pressure. I immediately thought of the medication she was forced to take in prison, and didn’t think further about it. A few days later, her eye miraculously recovered. After she returned home from prison, my mother could freely practice the exercises and study the Fa, which naturally led to her fast recovery.

I was worried when this appeared again while my mother stayed with me. She said it was nothing. I thought about researching it on my phone again, but then I quickly dismissed the idea—why should I research it? She seemed fine when I came home although her eye was still bloodshot. I asked if she felt any discomfort, and she said no. I said that Master was helping her eliminate karma.

We continued to make the most of our time and we studied the Fa and did the exercises every day. I also checked to see if my mother’s eye improved. One day, I again asked her if she felt any discomfort. She said she felt nothing. I mentioned that the redness seemed to have faded. She replied, “Has it?” Only then did I realize that she hadn’t paid any attention to it at all.

There are three mirrors in my bedroom, so it would have been very easy for my mother to check her eye. Yet she never looked at it. Only then did I realize that this sudden appearance of illness was actually directed at my attachment. My attachment to my mother was too strong, and the old forces used this illusion of illness to test me. This wasn’t a test my mother needed to pass; it was clearly a test I needed to pass. I relaxed as soon as I understood this. I planned to go out with her to clarify the truth about the persecution to people and I almost canceled it because of her eye. However, she insisted on going, so we went as planned. We spoke to vendors and passersby, and no one seemed to notice anything unusual about her eye.

Just before she returned home the redness disappeared. Once again, I marveled at how precisely arranged this illusion was—if it had happened when she was in our hometown, our relatives who did not practice Falun Dafa might have made a big fuss.

Looking back on my cultivation journey, the Fa has continually purified me. Practicing Falun Dafa gave me an open and optimistic mindset, filled me with hope for the future, and strengthened my will. I am deeply grateful for Master’s compassionate salvation and for the greatness of Dafa. I will always cherish and treasure it.