Grateful, start from the heart

Dear mother:

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, thirteen years have passed, and even I can't believe that I am so big! Seeing your weather-beaten face, I know this is true! It is the way that you have paved the way for me to grow up from a babble, toddler to a handsome boy who is a slap in the air.

As you get older, your requirements are getting more and more severe, sometimes it is difficult for me to accept, and my character is stubborn, so it will inevitably spark a collision between us, which makes our mother-child relationship a little nervous. This reminds me of the fact that you used to force me to stand by while you were cooking. At that time, I hated the place, the hot oil splashed out of the pot, and the bullets that flew toward me flew over. Splashing my petite body, baking my tender skin. I don't understand what you mean, and whenever I ask you, you always say "will be useful"! Therefore, I am a bit puzzled and even bored with your approach. So every time I stand next to you, I always have something to do, so everything you say and do is left in the left ear and out in the right ear. Haven't learned anything...

Maybe it is God who is not willing to punish me. Not long ago, my father was ill. You have to go to the hospital to take care of him. I want to stay alone at home for two nights. After sending you away, I seem to be relegated to freedom after being shackled for thousands of years, just as the Chinese nation was regained freedom after being divided and oppressed for many years. I felt more happy and relaxed than ever before, but later it turned out that I was really wrong.

On the first day, I was very happy first because the ears were quiet, but by noon, my bad luck was coming. I used to go home to have a fragrant meal, but after my mother left, because no one cooked for me and because I wouldn't cook, I started looking for money and found a 20 yuan for a lunch. I put the change in my trouser pocket. The breezy way on the way home at night made me cry a cold war. When I got home, I just put down my bag and just went out to eat and habitually touched my trouser pocket - the money was gone. So I spent a cold and hungry night. Then I felt why my mother asked me to learn to cook. It can be too late. Do not! It’s not too late, it’s just a lesson. I have to learn lessons and move forward.

The next day, another noon, I went home. When I smelled the familiar scent of the food, I was so excited that I cried - I finally didn't have to go hungry again. I only feel your importance at this time. Maybe love can only be experienced after suffering loss. Poor parents in the world, in the days to come, I will study with peace of mind, with excellent results to return you.

I wish my mother happy forever!

Your son

2012-4-3

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