growing up

A small tree is growing. It is experiencing wind and rain, slowly honing it, and finally stands on the land and stretches out the bright green branches. The vicissitudes of the tree trunk record the wind and rain on the growth path of the small tree.
I am also growing. I feel that growth is not necessarily just a change in appearance. The growth of the heart is also very important for a person. My mother is ill, I pour a glass of water to my mother, care for my mother, a small move, prove that I grew up. In a small matter, my heart has grown again.

The cry of a baby broke the silence.
I came to this world.
How excited is Mom and Dad.

Once upon a time, I learned to call the first "Dad, Mom".
How happy the parents are.

When I was toddler, they helped me take a step by step.

I am growing up slowly,
I also slowly realized how deep the love of my parents is!

I grew up...

growing up

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