I love you mom

Mother's love is selfless and great. Mother can give everything for her children, but what have I done for my mother? Have I ever loved my mother? I think I can only answer no, or very little.

This afternoon, after I came home from school, I suddenly heard the advertisement of "Johnson" in the TV of the neighbor's house: "In her heart, you have always been a hero, a mother's love, let you do your best..." The song, the box I remembered gradually opened up, and there was such a picture in my mind - the table is an 80-point math test paper, sitting next to the table with my mother and me, talking under the dim light. My mother didn't marry me, just encouraged me... I thought of it, my grateful heart was up. I rushed to my mother's studio and said to my mother's eyes seriously: "Mom, I love you!" Mom did not say anything, continue to do her work. I was afraid that my mother didn't hear it. I said loudly again: "Mom, I love you!" This mother stopped her work, as if she didn't know her daughter, looked up and down me, confusedly to me. Say: "Hey, what's the matter with you today? Nothing?" Looking at the mother's second monk - I couldn't figure it out, my heart was full of emotions, and my emotions plummeted. After a few minutes, my mother suddenly said to me with certainty: "Hey, this must be the homework assigned by your teacher? I said, today will be so abnormal." I was somewhat guilty and answered with enthusiasm: "Mom, I am not what you think." Mom seems to have guessed my mind and smiled thoughtfully. But her eyebrows seemed to have a lot of helplessness and disappointment.

Seeing my mother like this, my heart is sour. Yes, I have never put my love for my mother in my heart. Today is just hanging on my lips. I don’t know when I will forget it. Can my mother not be confused? So, I decided to put love into action from now on, so that my mother felt that my love always surrounded her.

Just do it. In the evening, I accidentally helped my mother wash her feet. I took off my mother's socks first, then put her feet in warm water, gently massaged her with her hands, and finally dried her feet with a dry towel and put on slippers. At this time, the mother leaned back on the chair, closed her eyes, and her face showed a comfortable look. At this moment, I said sweetly: "Mom, I love you!" This time she said nothing, just smile at me. It was a gratifying, comfortable smile, a smile that my mother loved her daughter.

Haha, this is what I want to see the most.

Sixth grade: sos123