Mom, I miss you.

Very early, my father and mother divorced. At that time, I was still ignorant. When they signed the divorce agreement, they seemed to be a little happy, because Dad and Mom would not quarrel anymore and would not ignore them. I felt when I quarreled.

After my mother left home, my father pulled me hard and I admitted that I made my father too worried. Once, the teacher arranged a homework, let us wash my feet for my mother. I thought of my mother. I wanted to wash my feet for my mother, but I couldn’t. When I got home, I had to wash my father’s feet. I washed. While crying, my father asked me what happened, and I didn't talk. The next morning, I came to the school. I was afraid that the teacher would ask about my homework yesterday. Other students were discussing the process of washing my mother's feet and the pride of my mother's face. I did not speak alone in my position. My good friend came to me and asked me: "Ira, what are you, yesterday, you wash your feet for your mother, are your mother happy?" I didn't say anything, let my tears go down. When Meng Meng saw that I was wrong, I left.

During the class, the teacher asked us how the homework we did last night, and let us talk about the process of washing the feet. I was so scared that I was afraid that the teacher would ask myself, and the classmates went on stage and talked about it. The smile, when it was my turn, I couldn’t speak, my face was red. The teacher asked me what happened, was it not finished? I didn't talk, the teacher was impatient, and asked me what happened. I don't know which classmate said: "Teacher, Yier, her father and mother are divorced, and her mother is not at home." The teacher said to me, go on, go on, I will cry out. After class, the students laughed at me as a child without a mother. One of them said, "Ha ha, the child without the mother is pitiful, no wonder the grade is not good, we will not play with you in the future, you say yes!" Ah, we don't want to play with children without mother!" After listening to these words, I said with anger: "Enough, is there a good mom?" The students saw me like this and quickly left.

When I got home, I didn't tell my father, because it would make my father sad, I said to my mother in my heart, I miss you!

Fifth grade: Qian Yizhen