Home taste

Maternal love is a bright lamp that brings light to the children who are far away; fatherly love is a big umbrella, propping up a day for the children who are going out.

The love of the parents is a versatile needle that can sew all the wounds of the children. Because of love, I have a home. The feeling that the home gives people is different. The feeling that my family gave me is a sweet taste.

I remember when I was young, my body was particularly vulnerable. I had to hang a few days of salt water when I hit a cold. Once, I have not forgotten it yet.

When I was 6 years old, my parents worked in Xiaoshan. When I was young, I followed my parents to Xiaoshan and went to kindergarten there. In the kindergarten, the teacher is very good to us. Once, when I was playing with toys, my stomach hurt inexplicably. I quickly told the teacher that the teacher asked me to go to the infirmary with her, but I vomited before I even got there. Usually there is a medicine box in the kindergarten. The teacher gave me a few pills. I can swallow it. I haven't started digesting it yet, and I started to vomit again. The teacher hurriedly called my parents and asked them to come over. Mom and Dad just left the work at hand and ran quickly. At that time, the hospital was in front of the kindergarten. The parents were already there waiting for me. The doctor told the parents that it was food poisoning and had to stay in the hospital for observation. In this way, the parents ran upstairs and downstairs, and registered and infusion, did not sleep at night.

This experience made me realize the love of my parents and I realized the taste of my home. That is the sweet taste.