Apple love

Apple is the bridge of love between my mother and me.

On the summer day, I ran home to sweat, washed my face, and then began to rummaging through the box to find something to quench my thirst. I finally found only two apples, one apple red is fascinating, and the other has many scars. And some old, I think, throw away the old one! But I haven't taken a few steps yet. Mom came back. Mom saw me holding two apples in my hand and told me to wash her. I did not hesitate to wash the two apples and wait for me to hold the apple. When I walked to my mother, I found out that I didn’t throw away the old one, but my mother didn’t care to take the old apple and ate it. I couldn't help but think about it. I remembered that all the old apples were eaten by my mother. I was very upset. A few drops of crystal clear tears slipped from my cheeks. Suddenly, I found that my mother's hair had white hair, and her face was full of ruthless remnants. Like the old apple, it was aging, and I was growing like a good apple.

Mom, I will always love you!

First day: Scorpio 19