When I got home, I called my mother to ask when she would come home and told her about it. The voice immediately changed: "Is everything all right?" "Nothing, just a little." I answered. Later, after half an hour, my mother finally came back with a bag of things in her hand, which was medicine.
My mother took me back to my room, tore up the band-aid, looked at it and said, "Nothing, it's not serious. I thought it was serious! " These drugs ... use them first! "So, mother took out the medicine. Oh, my god, my mother bought gauze and transparent glue for gauze! So, my mother made all the medicines for me. I just made a one-centimeter incision, but my mother bought medicine for hurting my knee and bandaged it. It's a storm in a teacup. Didn't I tell my mother that the fall was not serious? Later, my mother said to me, "Nothing! Buy it, buy it, get better faster! Make it clear next time. Never mind, there are many more. I will fall more and more in the future. I'll give you these pills! "Originally, mom didn't listen to clear! Also, what does she mean by "throw more in the future"? Do you still expect me to break my knee?
Mom is really making a mountain out of a molehill!