Mom, I am wrong.

The boat that famously lives is walking through the long river of memory. The past is vivid, and I think that a beautiful cobblestone in the river can't be forgotten.

When I was a child, my mother took me to go shopping. I saw a very cute puppy. I took my mother and bought it for me. My mother disagreed. I kneel down and said to me: "You can’t take care of yourself, how to take care of small Dog? Hey, go home with mom." Mom pulled me away, I looked at the puppy reluctantly.

When I got home, my mother thought that I had forgotten about it and asked me to do my homework. I kept myself in the study, but I still remember the puppy I saw on the street during the day.

"叮铃铃——" The phone rang. When the mother answered the phone, she ran to the study and said to me: "You aunt went out and brought us something back. I am going to get it. You are doing homework at home, I will come back later. ""

As soon as my mother went out, there was a bunch of ghost ideas in my mind. I ran to the safe and wanted to open it, but I couldn't find the key and I had to go down to the living room.

"Hey, isn't this a mother's wallet?" I cried happily. After a while, my heart was heavy again. My mother said that children should be honest, and not that they can take things of adults. But I really like that puppy, I want to buy it back, this time, I will not take it next time.

I picked up my mother's wallet, took out ten yuan, and put the wallet as it was. I can feel like a rabbit in my heart.

After my mother came back, I found nothing and gave me a lot of toys brought back by my aunt. But my heart is still plopping, and I am afraid that my mother will find it.

After the meal, I thought I had escaped, and the restless heart finally calmed down.

"Son, I will help you put the chopsticks in the bag, don't forget it tomorrow." My mother yelled at the TV in the living room.

"Oh." I watched TV and replied perfunctorily, and did not care what my mother said.

"Ah, not right." I suddenly remembered that and quickly ran to the study room - but it was already late, my mother was staring at me.

When I am finished, my mother already knows everything. I am only waiting for the storm to come.

"Come here." Mom's face was as calm as a piece of glass.

"Mom, I am wrong, you hit me." I said timidly, tears crossed the corner of my eyes.

Very unexpectedly, my mother didn't hit me, just grabbed my little hand and said, "Child, this time my mother won't hit you, but you can't mess with the adult's money in the future. You must know that 'do not be evil, don't Not good for being small.'"

This thing has been broken for a long time, but in my memory, he is always a stain that can't be erased. That day, my mother didn't beat me, but I still have to say: "Mom, I am wrong."

Sixth grade: happy childhood