it's here

It turns out that you have already given me the best of everything. --Inscription

The starry night is shining. A person walks out of the house. The moon shadow falls through the mottled sycamore leaves, and the soft, pixel-colored silk is like a broken mirror, broken and quiet. I looked up and saw the moonlight passing through the shadows of the trees, falling into my eyes and then falling into my heart.

Today, it is the ninth day when my parents are not at home.

I used to be less embarrassed. I still remember that the night before my parents left, I still saddened my mother. "Tomorrow will cool down, remember to wear more clothes, be careful and have a cold." The mother spoke in my ear as usual. And this night, I was tempered and yelled at her: "Is it good, I didn't see that I was doing my homework, you are so annoying, let me do it." The next second, the temperature suddenly dropped, and the room was quiet. . I saw that my mother's body began to stiffen and I was so stunned. Then I said, "I won't bother you, you can continue reading. But don't forget to add clothes tomorrow." Then, turn and leave. From the weak voice of my mother, I felt the loss and helplessness of my mother. I realized my mistake. I just wanted to explain it. I could look at the back of my mother and the white hair on my head. I suddenly found that no amount of language could express my inner regret. What I can do now is to watch my mother disappear into my sight.

The next day, my father was hospitalized, and my mother went to the hospital to take care of her father. This is eight days.

Yesterday, I secretly went to the hospital to see my father. Outside the ward, looking at my father's thin body, old face, I think it is really painful for the sick to torture my father. But the only constant is when he sees me, his smiling face and warm words: "The child is working hard at home, you have to spend money to buy it early." I "hmm", the nose is more Sour, a word swayed my fragile and sensitive nerves. I cried and rushed to him, tears flowing. Really, miss you, Dad.

I took a deep breath, the air in the night, it was not ordinary cold. Looking at the lights inside the house, my heart is warm. Although Mom and Dad are not with me, don't forget, they gave me the best love. As if, this is the world.

Here, I have harvested the most beautiful thing - family.

Third day: she still doesn't understand