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Mother's jealousy


At night, I don't know why, my heart is annoying, I turned on the TV and looked bored.

"Are you finished your homework? Watch TV every day!" God, come again. "Look at your paper, you have to be a little bit. You are still very fond of watching TV? You are all in the sixth grade. I always use this thing..." I screamed, "砰" I went to the door and left the mother who had been shackled in the living room alone. I locked myself in the hut and went to sleep. If I am a mother, I must not be such a loving mother!

Suddenly, I was a little surprised. what! How do I get older, put on high heels, flower skirts, and aprons? How did my mother get younger and jump, like me? Oh! It seems that I changed my position with my mother. In this case, I must let her see how to be an "unworthy mother."

I was cooking in the kitchen, and she slammed in and licked a piece of ham and put it in her mouth. I just wanted to say: "Go wash your hands, really don't talk about hygiene", but I remembered that I said that I want to be an "unworthy mother."

Busy for a day, really tired. After dinner, I just sat down on the sofa and wanted to take a break. I saw her put down her rice bowl and said nothing, she put herself in the hut. "How so lazy! So big, I shouldn't help me wash the dishes!" I thought about it, but I had to stand up and drag the tired body to wash the dishes.

I walked around the apron, opened the washing machine, and was about to wash the clothes. She screamed and took a lot of clothes from the hut: "Help me wash. I go out and worship!" I can only face the empty room. loose the temper.

At ten o'clock in the evening, she has not returned yet. I was so anxious to turn around and call one by one, but I couldn't find her anywhere. "So late, where did she go? Will there be an accident? But don't worry about it! Why don't you come back?" Finally, she came back. "Where are you going? I came back so late, didn't make a sound with my family, what happened when I had an accident? You are not too small, how old is it to worry..." I couldn't help it, and shouted at her face. . "Isn't it okay?" She slammed the door and put herself in the hut. "boom!"

With a loud door, I woke up and returned to reality. Mom pushed the door and came in. "Why don't you sleep so late? Are you still tempering? I said you two sentences, you can't stand it, are you dissatisfied? You are all in the sixth grade, go on like this every day, OK? I said that you are not for you. Ok..." I didn't talk, just looking at my mother's smile, I finally understood my mother's embarrassment, understood my ignorance, and understood the deep maternal love behind the scene. "Thank you mom!" "?" Mom looked blank.

With my mother's love, I slept sweetly.

First grade: Intimate

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