a letter to mom

Dear mother:

Hello! Time always goes so fast, when I am a child, I am still a toddler under your care. In the twinkling of an eye, I am already a teenager, no longer pounce on you.

I think, you must be very disappointed with me. I started to leave you in the fifth grade and intentionally or unintentionally. I remember that it was the first time I was cold, maybe you forgot.

It was a Friday, I walked off the bus, and you quickly came out in the store. When you want to hold me, I just avoided it. This makes you very confused. You think I am hungry and pull my hand again. Full of red face, happy to say: "Hey, I will give you a good meal today!" After that, I have to lick my face with my nose as before.

This move made me a little disgusted. I don't overdo it. I lick my lips and say nothing. You are now like a person who has poured a pot of water for no reason.

You let go of my hand. For a long time, you sighed and said calmly to me: "Let's go, there are dishes you love to eat today." Your tone is calm and there is no trace of turmoil, but it makes me scared and afraid to suffocate.

But at the moment you turned around, I clearly saw a slight disappointment in your eyes. Although it was fleeting, it was clearly seen by me.

My heart was gently twitching, my throat was dry and I couldn't speak, my nose was sour.

I know, you are hurt, it is me, it is me. Suddenly, I feel that I am cruel, like a ruthless executioner. I repeatedly ask myself in my heart: "Why do you want to do this, why should you let your mother get hurt? Why?" ”

I choked a bit, strode up and silently followed you. At the dinner table, I sipped my rice, and two teardrops rolled into the bowl and swallowed with the rice.

I know that the only way to make your heart feel happy is to make me feel less sinful.

Mom, although I am still so cold to you now, but I love you!

Mom, remember last year, the ingenious greeting card, did I spend a week doing a Mother's Day greeting card?

Maybe you forgot, but I still remember:

Your love is like moonlight. Although it is not as strong and powerful as the sun, it is silently giving your own love. Your love is like a creek, although it is not as vast as the sea, but it will never dry up.

Isn't this your love for me?

Your daughter: Wu Yezhen

March 5, 2019

Grade 6 of Experimental School of Yongkang City, Zhejiang Province: Wu Yezhen