The scenery that stays in my heart

My home is not rich, how do you say it? It’s the kind of deficiency, it’s more than enough! To be honest, really, it’s hard to come by because it gave me a pair of hands that seemed to be smooth.

Starting from scratch, six years ago, my mother ignored the family's hesitation, and finally moved to the street before the start of school. The purpose at that time was very simple. In the end, it was to create good conditions for me and my brother to learn. When I came with only two pots and a few bowls, and a few pieces of old and new furniture, I started a monotonous life. It was very poor at that time. When I was too busy, I couldn’t bear to spend money to buy a bottle of mineral water. Water, the day of June and July, the hot death will never buy a watermelon of five cents a pound on the roadside. In the condition of that time, this is a luxury. It’s important to talk about money, but it doesn’t seem to work. Finally, my mom decided to open a store.

The storefront was loaned by relatives. It was small, small enough to put on a chopping board, and two tables with hanging surfaces were already crowded. Since then, my mother has started a difficult road to entrepreneurship. It was not easy. At the beginning, my mother had swollen more than once for a variety of reasons. She also overcame it. As she said, she must work hard to change the status quo. The hands, the more and more rough, the more and more lifeless, I thought my mother would give up as much as possible, such as: take a break, a few faces, but I was wrong, the wrong is a bit sad, I am underestimating her, she just bought some to use Vaseline to paint her hand. On the contrary, the face is getting more and more. I don't understand. I asked her why she didn't take a break. My mom said, "Whatever is exercising, the handcuffs will not be swollen." At that moment, endless sadness, I didn't dare to cry, even in her. I didn't dare to look red in front of me. I know that if I cry, it will make her more burdened.

Every time, when my mom touched my face with that rough hand and gently asked me about my recent study, I was a little embarrassed, but every time, she encouraged me not to be discouraged and continue to work hard.

Finally, the year before, my family bought a house of more than 120 square meters, which is spacious and bright. When I went to the real estate license, the staff asked for a handprint. When the handprint was on the paper, I cried. After several years, I couldn’t see the fingerprints on my mother’s fingerprints. Some—just a red The point is very eye-catching, burning my eyes like a fire, the tingling sensation comes to my heart, I owe my mother, too much...

The scenery that stays in my heart, in the meantime, with a little gray...

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