Like smoke, like a dream, suddenly, startled

Today is Saturday, I am a publicity committee member, and I was named by the head teacher to beautify the class in the class.

At 45:45 in the morning, my mother was still sleeping, so I asked my father who got up early to cook for me (he got up at six o'clock to boil the bath water, and sometimes the alarm rang for too long and he was woken up and couldn't sleep again. Going down, sometimes in a daze, he boiled the bath water and set the bell at [-] o'clock to barely fall asleep, but after a while, the bell at [-] o'clock rang again, and he asked me to get up to take a bath again. After getting off, I have to get up at [-]:[-] to make breakfast for me, and I took a shower at [-]:[-], lay in bed and slept until [-]:[-], and I could have a hot breakfast when I woke up) I asked for the lunch fee .

He put on his clothes, put on his shoes, packed his schoolbag and hurriedly closed the door.

The moment I closed the door, I heard the murmur of my mother who was supposed to be in the dream: "School is over, don't forget to go home early!"

My footsteps faltered, and I slowed down to hold back the turbulent tears.

This is what my mother said to me every day, but today, it made me experience a different temperature.

In the evening, when I came home after ten o’clock, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa. Seeing me coming back, I immediately stood up, took my schoolbag for me without saying a word, and moved to my room.

My schoolbag weighs seven kilograms.

And my mother is already forty and eight.

The living room is just a few steps away from my room.

With her thin body, she barely put it on the sofa in my room after hugging and lifting it.

I looked a little sad for a while.

I don't want her to take it, but she always stubbornly lifts it to the small sofa in my room for me.

Can't refuse.

When I took off my shoes, I pressed my hand on the shoe cabinet, slid it, and saw a thick stack of papers of various colors waved into the air by my big hand.

I hesitated for a while or took off my shoes before picking up the papers on the ground one by one.

After tidying up, I took it to my mother and asked, "Mom, what is this?"

As soon as I finished asking, I saw the big word 'sky' on the paper.

It was the words I asked my mother to print for me.

It is used for class beautification.

I turned it over and looked carefully.

Mother said, "Look at it, okay?"

The paper is really thick, about four centimeters in length, and the various types of 'Heavenly Rewards' in it make my eyes sore, not only that, but also in various fonts.

For a while, my nose was so sore that I tried my best to hold it back.

I couldn't help asking: "Mom, how long have you been doing this?"

My mother didn't speak, and I looked at the top of her head (I was 176 and she was 157), and there were a few more gray hairs.

My father heard my voice, and replied instead of my mother: "She has been messing with it for two hours, and I persuaded her to leave, but she refused to come back desperately, saying that she wanted to get the best for you."

After hearing this, I turned my back immediately, trotted into the house, and locked the door.

The moment he turned his back, tears fell down his face.

My mother followed me, thinking that something happened to me, she kept knocking on the door: "What's the matter, son? What's the matter with you? Talk to me?"

I wiped my tears, and the tears fell again, my voice became hoarse from crying: "Mom, it's okay, I'm just a little tired."

I squatted down against the door, and felt my mother's hand slap on the door.

Boom boom boom.

It was my mother's worried voice.

I heard my father say outside the door: "Son, you don't know. Today your mother slept from six to eight in the afternoon. When she woke up, she thought she would sleep until dawn the next day, so she immediately ran to your room to look for you. Seeing You were not in the room, anxiously shook me awake from my dream, and asked me, "Where is the child, where is my child, is the child lost?" Eyes were red, face full of anxiety, as if I had lost everything, and I couldn't hear at all In my words, I kept saying, "My child, it's because my mother is not good. It's because my mother didn't take good care of you. Mom won't be able to come back, okay?" Until I said to her, "It's eight o'clock in the evening." Take it easy."

I squatted in the house, suppressing my voice, and couldn't stop the tears streaming down my face.

I think every parent loves their children very much. Even if they express it in different ways, their selfless and unreasonable love for their children is the same. I hope that you who read the article will treat your mother better today. A little bit will satisfy me.