My mother and me

Maybe this Saturday will be different from usual because Mother's Day has arrived. Usually I am like a small lazy pig, always relying on the bed and refuse to get up. In order not to let my mother worry, I still strong spirits, showing the appearance of the prostitute.

I remember once, at Christmas, I found that the pillow was hard when I got up. Take a look, it is a beautiful pure white gift box with a red ribbon. I opened it, wow, it was an egg with a pink heart pattern. Through careful observation, I found a postcard and a heart-shaped button on the egg. After reading the postcard and pressing the button, I heard a beautiful melody and knew the contents of the postcard. The signature is - Christmas grandmother, although a little disappointed, but I feel warm inside. Although it has been a long time, I still think about it. Mom, do you remember? Maybe think about it, remember it!

I remember one more time, I and I took a shower in the bathroom and made the bubbles fly. Splashes of water, all sides are dirty. Finally, sanitation is also handled by you. When you stepped on the soap, it fell and caused us to laugh. You are not angry, but smile at us. I also remember this thing clearly. Mom, do you remember? Maybe think about it, remember!

Today, as the mother of my mother, the best gift for her is this memory diary. Please don't say that when you grow up, you should use gold and silver jewellery to repay the motherly love of the sea. When the mother is around, even if she hugs her, giving her a little love is enough.

Second grade: Yang Yuke