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On a sunny afternoon, the sound of clacking keyboards came from the room, which brought my thoughts to a week.

Ordinary but profound days in the past.

Just after taking a shower, mixed with the fragrance of shower gel, I noticed that there seemed to be a nervous smell in the air.

Sure enough, my mother came to me for help:

"Son, come! Teach mom how to send emails!

"This is undoubtedly a difficult problem.

And painful things.

"Ah-"I thought. My mother saw my embarrassed smile and said confidently:

"Seriously.

People who study promise to be good students!

"Looking at my mother's interest is so high, I also agreed.

A difficult road for teachers is about to begin.

"You look at me first and demonstrate it again. Try to remember.

"So, I use the mouse to sprint at the speed of 100 meters.

A crazy keyboard sound, mother be reluctant:

"You are so fast, how did I learn when I was a student?

"Helpless, here I come again.

Reluctantly break down the action,

The speed can already be compared with drinking snails.

Mother also practiced one by one according to my decomposition movements.

I looked at her like a teacher for fear of making any mistakes.

It is so important to make others feel unique for the first time.

Everything seems to be what I expected. My mother successfully digested the decomposition action, but when it comes to real connection.

In actual combat, my mother's hand has been screaming, always full of mistakes, looking at the fine sweat on her forehead and focusing.

As soon as I turned my eyes, my original "conclusion" was swallowed back into my stomach. On the contrary, I explained every step carefully:

"promise! This time, copy the file to the desktop first, and then click here. " Mom nodded confidently and followed.

She continued to practice hard.

Sunlight seeped in through the window, and the air was filled with a sultry smell. After a while, just after I poured water.

After that, my mother exclaimed, "Haha, I sent it, thank you for being a teacher!" "I also celebrated this with my mother.

A hard-won victory.

This time, I felt my unique self and shared my joy with others.

There are so many trivial things in life, but there is always a unique one that comes forward at the critical moment. give

Others give you a little tolerance, a little help and a little effort, and you are unique. Maybe teaching mom to send emails won't.

This is a great thing, but it is such a unique me that has erased the sadness in other people's lives.

Happy.

My mother has sent emails many times, but my mind is still thinking about the situation at that time.

One sunny afternoon, a unique me appeared.