There is such a mother

I remember when I was in the 3rd grade of the country, I suddenly had a high fever. My father went on a business trip. My mother didn’t take it seriously in the afternoon. When my mother came to work, she thought of my illness. My mother had an appointment with a friend to go to dinner with friends when I got off work today. But where can I have this mood? After the shift, my mother quickly canceled the appointment and rushed back home.
Back home, my mother rushed into my room. Touching my face, I took out the thermometer and took a temperature of 38.5 degrees! My mother was very worried. She rushed into the bathroom and folded the wet towel into a rectangle and put it on my forehead. This made me feel cool and helped me to cover the quilt. Then my mother ran to the hospital, told my doctor about my symptoms, and took the doctor's medicine and antipyretic stickers home.

When my mother went to the hospital, I was alone at home. I wanted to drink water, but I couldn’t walk. I had to wait until my mother came back. I tried to kick the quilt because it was too hot, but I kicked it off. The quilt stepped back and burned. For the sake of the mother, it was still not kicked.

The doctor said, not only Western medicine should be taken, but also better to drink Chinese medicine soup. Therefore, my mother had to give me a soup! Fortunately, my mother had just prepared for it, and asked all the water and the amount of the drug to be clear. Otherwise, this soup could not be done. It takes a long time for the medicinal soup to linger in the kitchen. Is it a waste of time? My mother walked into my bedroom and posted a feverish sticker. I am much better now. My mother sang a lullaby as usual, she sang a lullaby: "Sleep and sleep, my dear baby, my mother's hands." , holding you gently..." Finally I finally fell asleep, my mother walked out of the bedroom and gently closed the door.

When I walked to the living room, my mother used to drag the ground once a day, so she quickly picked up a bucket of water, picked up the mop, and dragged it to the ground. Hey, after all, "It’s easy to embroider flowers!" It’s not a beautiful thing to sweep the living room, the three bedrooms and the kitchen once and then again. After doing this, my mother dragged her sour body on the sofa. Stretched a stretch. Suddenly, my mother smelled a strong smell of medicine, looked at the time, the original soup was cooked! Mother sifted the herbs and poured a bowl full of medicine into my bedroom. "Source, it's time to drink the soup!" Mom gently touched me. After a few days, my illness is all right, and I am happy to go to school.

I deserve to be a mother who doesn't love my child in the world. Although sometimes he will be a bit harsh to you, I am an example. When I am doing well, my mother will certainly be good to you, but sometimes I will do something wrong for my mother. Criticism is normal, I don't know how many times. When I have a fever, my mother has to take care of me and I have to clean it. Can you say that you are not touching?