Idol in my heart

The idol in my heart is my dear mother.

My mother is in her thirties, medium, and a little fat, but Dad said that it is full. She has a pair of good-looking eyes. She is not very beautiful, but she is very graceful.

My mother is a teacher at the training school. She works very seriously. She is the first to go to work almost every day, and the last one gets off work. I asked my mother several times: "Why are others gone, but you still have to do something?" Mom said patiently to me: "This is my responsibility. Your responsibility is to learn good knowledge and do what you should. Things.” Mom told me what is the responsibility.

My mother is very concerned about my growth. He has always insisted on writing a growth diary for me. I think it would be interesting to read a fairy tale about your own growth diary!

I really adore my mother.

Fourth grade: happy vicky