Trivial truth

I have a happy family, although I sometimes hate my mother's jealousy, my father's jealousy, but I still love them. After all, no one in the world loves me more than them. Let me talk about my mother’s love for me.

A cup of warm water, warm, drink it, my heart is warm.

From the time I went to school, my mother poured a cup of warm water in my glass every day. No matter how busy, from time to time, spring, summer, autumn and winter, every day, I can drink the water she poured. She was afraid that I couldn't drink mineral water. When we went out for a trip, she also brought a bottle of warm water. Because when I first came to Shanghai, my father ordered a barrel of mineral water every month, and every time I felt that mineral water was difficult to drink. If you can't drink, your mother will develop the habit of boiling water every day. Mom is always so intimate.

A magical package, everything can "change" when I need it.

Mom's bag seems to have magic, everything. She took me to climb the mountain. I accidentally fell. She immediately took out the sterilized cotton tablets, cotton swabs and bandages, and Yunnan Baiyao spray to do the wound treatment. I was surprised how my mother would have such a complete medical treatment. Supplies. When I was watching the Expo venue, I was very hungry, but there was no restaurant nearby. We were waiting in line. The mother immediately took out a piece of bread from the bag and handed it to me to make me hunger. Mom is always so careful.

A few words, a warm reminder, gave me a lot of help.

My mother often jealous of me a lot of things, the prompts are very timely. Once, I went to test English, it was painted, I only brought an automatic 2B pencil, she reminded me to bring a 2B ordinary pencil before leaving, to prevent no lead, and sure enough, lead in the exam Not enough, but fortunately there is a pencil. Every time I traveled in the autumn and spring, my mother always asked me to bring a simple medical kit to prevent the wound from being wounded and cause inflammation. Mom always cares about me like this.

A pair of hands, when I am sad, lost, give me great encouragement.

When my mother was in my exams, I always held my hand tightly, and the other touched my back and comforted me: "Daughter, it is very bad to get bad, but you have to learn to summarize, I can know how to do it right now."

Mother's hand, her cockroach, her magical bag, the warm water that I poured, these are love!

Mom's love is meticulous, love your mother, because your mother is the one who loves you the most in the world.

Sixth grade: Unreachable stars