Comb

Yesterday, my mother asked me to comb her hair.

Because I was a child, I always liked to look at her long hair and pretend to be a serious look to her to design a "celestial" beautiful hairstyle. Every time I think about the beauty in my head, it’s not always the case. It often makes the whole family laugh and cry.

Growing up, at school all day long. Rarely close to my mother as I was a child, like this naive thing, I still can't do it a few times.

Now, the holiday is over. Finally, there is time together.

I took the comb and combed my mother. I don’t know this, it’s really heartbreaking at first glance. When I was young, my mother always said, "Baby, come over and see if my mother has white hair and help me find it." Then, I stretched out the fat little hand and touched it on my mother's head. Then I shook my head and said it seriously: "Check-in, no!" Then my mother pulled me into my arms and said again and again, "It’s not a report." The girls laughed together. Now you can see several silver hairs with a few scratches. It’s really a fucking for me!

My mother is old and her hair is not as good as before. Dry, firewood, with a lot of forks, hair is also very thin. Now that I have a lot of cleverness, I still can't do the "beauty" I want when I was young.

In the end, it is simple to give the mother a long hair, simple and generous, but always feel that it is not right. I took a photo with my mobile phone and showed it to her. She said, "It's good."

But my heart is sour.

The third day: Feng Yuqing