Mom’s love is a strange bean

My mother, who became a father and became a mother. So she treats me and my brother very often. Growing up in a single-parent family, we always feel that our mother is particularly hard. I always want to grow up with a lot of money and make my mother not so hard.

When I was twelve, my father died. I don't know if I want to make up for me. My mother didn't treat me as fiercely as before. And she is more interested in the younger brother who is only 4 years old.

In a blink of an eye, 3 years have passed. When I was in the third day, my brother would have to go to the first grade of the country. Just tonight, my mother took me and my brother to buy my brother’s school supplies.

In the big supermarket, beautiful things are always expensive, and we have been there for a long time. Mom picked a circle in front of the cheapest lunch box and found that the quality didn't seem to be very good, and there was a strange smell. Had to pick the middle.

"Mom, look at this, how?" I saw an iron lunch box that was round and very cute.

"Look, 56.9 yeah, so expensive, I didn't bring enough money." Mom looked at the price at first glance.

I had to put down the lunch box and continue to "scan".

"Oh, how are these so expensive?" said the younger brother.

I thought to myself, you are a little boy, know what.

The younger took a lunch box, which was glued, 15.5. It turns out that the younger brother knows too.

"This seems to be not very good, look at it first." Mom also compares between several goods.

About five minutes later, my mother decided to buy the one chosen by her brother. When I passed by the stationery, I saw a 4-piece morning gel pen, which was picked as long as 4.9. Mom also said that she can buy.

At the time of payment, there was a lack of money. The mother picked up the pen holder that she bought before.

After returning home, my mother asked her brother to take a shower and go to school tomorrow.

After the younger brother went to bed, the mother took out three pencils for the younger brother to plan. One, two, three, four... The fingertips of the mother gradually became black, and the pencils on the top were all. "Mom, isn't there a pencil sharpener?"

I picked up the pencil sharpener and it was already rotten.

The current mother looks very gentle, in fact, the usual mother is very embarrassing. She always worried that I didn't study well. When I saw that I was chatting with my classmates on QQ, I started to say, "I have been playing QQ all day, and I have no heart to learn." It’s the head. God knows that I am attending classes all morning.

Maybe, my mother is coming from menopause, but I think my mom’s love for me and my brother is still so much. It’s always only increasing or not, it’s always so strange. The concern for us is sometimes gentle, but there are It is severe again. Just like a strange bean, what tastes.

The second day: the gimmick