I cried

I cried

I cried, do you know why?

One day after school, my classmates were playing in the courtyard. My mother came back from the outside and asked me, “Have your homework finished?” I said casually: “It’s finished.” “Show me.” Mom Come to me and take me home.

Facing the open schoolbag, I lowered my head, and one hand unconsciously rolled my cloak and didn't dare to look at my mother's face. “Is it not done?” Mom asked. I nodded. "Then finish it and eat again!" I glanced at my mother, and her mother lost her smile in her eyes.

I can do a lot of work that day. I heard the sound of bowling on the table and smelled the sweetness of my mother's hand-drinking sweet and sour pork ribs. I cocked my ears and stared at the door. However, my mother has never called me.

I cried, crying very sad.

However, on a Sunday afternoon, I finished my homework and went out to play with my mother. Because I was wearing too little clothes and I was sick, and I had a high fever of 38.7 degrees. My mother carried me to the hospital. At that time, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw my mother's eyebrows bent, her eyes bright, and I looked at me with a smile. I stretched out my arms and hugged my mother tightly.

I cried, crying very sweet, very happy.