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Mom's love


Mother's love is unlimited. Her hard work brought wrinkles on her head and made herself grow old.

One day, she was cooking and accidentally broke her hand. I saw it, hurriedly found gauze and gave her a stoppage. At that moment, I seemed to be wrong, always feeling that I was hurting my mother. Because she was injured for making my favorite dish.

Another time, I am sick. When she heard the phone, she rushed to pick me up and brought me clothes for me to wear. I suddenly felt very warm.

She took care of me again and again, I don't know how much she owed her! When I grow up, I must be filial to her!

Mom, I want to say to you, "I love you!"

Third grade: Xueer Mengqi

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