Inspirational story of the girl

The blue sky and white clouds that day, the weather is very good, I took my daughter to the park to play, tired, sitting on a bench to rest.

A lame girl sat on the edge of her daughter. They were almost the same age. The daughter couldn’t help but look at her. Then she asked me very rudely: "Mom, what happened to her legs?" I smashed my daughter. At a glance, she whispered to her: "Shut up, so rude, you are hurting the girl's self-respect."

Although my voice was very low, the girl still heard it. She didn't feel uncomfortably laughing and said: "Auntie! It doesn't matter." Then he pointed to his leg and said, "My mother said, I am a miracle made by God, because my legs are so different, my mother. Say that I should be more happy, not care about the eyes of others."

I listened deeply to admire her that she has a great mother.

The daughter curiously knelt down and looked at her legs. The girl generously pulled her daughter's hand on her lap and said, "Hey! Is it different from yours?"

The daughter touched her leg and touched her own. She nodded seriously and said, "Yes!"

"Magic?" the girl asked highland.

The daughter scratched her head and said with a smile: "Well! Magic."

The girl listened very happy. She took the girl's hand and said excitedly, "Come on! Let's play?"

The two girls said to leave the bench and came to the grass. I remind my daughter: "You are not allowed to run far."

The daughter ignored me and the girl ran wildly and chased the butterfly. The girl’s legs ran very hard and looked very weird, but she insisted on running, and the speed was not inferior to her daughter. I was a little worried that she was falling, so I called them slower.

The two children are running and they are willing to listen to me. I stood up nervously and tried to stop them from running. It was too late to see my daughter's ankle on the stone. The whole body fell forward and I screamed.

The girl quickly went to pull her daughter, and the two fell together.

When the daughter stood up, she cried. I looked at her carefully, except that the knees were a little red and swollen, and it didn't matter. Then I remembered the girl, because her legs, she stood up very slowly. I walked over to help her, seeing that her knee was bleeding, and she was so strong that she didn't have a tear, and comforted my daughter and said, "Don't be afraid! It's more solid, my mother said."

The daughter seemed to be infected by her strong, could not help but hurt, wiped a tear, took the girl's hand and continued to play.

Under the glory of the sun, the figures of the two girls became golden. I can't help but think that the girl's strong character comes from her having a good mother, and my daughter seems to be much more delicate than the girl. Is it because I have too much love for my daughter? I can't help thinking.