Mom's love

Home can give us a lot, my home will always give me warmth.

This was in a cold winter. After the school bell rang, my mother came to the school to pick me up from the bicycle. The wind was blowing on the road. It didn’t take long for the sky to darken. My mother came back and asked me. "Is it cold?" I wanted to say cold. It can be seen that my mother's clothes are thinner than me. I just swallowed the word into my stomach and replied: "Not cold." But I finally failed to resist the cold. I was cold, and a cold wind blew. I made a loud sneeze. When my mother stopped the bicycle and took off my clothes, she blamed: "You don't scream, it will get sick." I suddenly felt The warmth of the stock was poured into my heart, and my mother continued to ride forward. On the way, she still coughed from time to time. I asked, "Mom, are you okay?" "Nothing, this cough doesn't matter." Finally, we When I got home, my mother started a high fever. My father sent my mother to the hospital. I followed it. After the examination, the doctor was given some medicine. When I got home, I saw my mother’s weakness and bursts of tears. I was very sad. Blame that I have not been able to arrive In cold, her mother ill, into putting on airs, I hope my mother can quickly get better, I thought: I can not do it themselves and from school? After a few days, my mother was ill, and I have been going to school alone since then.

This is my home, a warm home; a harbor that keeps me sheltered; a place that opens my heart, I love my home!

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