After entering junior high school, my mother saw that I was tired of studying and was afraid that I couldn't keep up with my nutrition, so she decided to give me extra meals after I came home from self-study at night. Every morning when I go to school, my mother always says to me, "Come home early at night. There are apples, peanuts, cereal and milk at home." Similarly, I listen to it every day, not only will I not feel bored, but I will feel happy. ...
That day was no exception: the evening self-study was released early, and I went home after only one class. Pushing open the door, I saw the nutritious meal on the dining table at a glance. The familiar smell lingers around me, and the fatigue of the day runs away without a trace. I quickly put down my bag and ran to the table to eat delicious food. My mother smiled at me. After a while, my father came behind me and touched my head: "Does cereal and milk smell good?" Are apples delicious? ""Well, it smells good, and the apples are delicious! " "Here is your mother's blood and flesh! "Dad told me that today, when my mother peeled an apple, she accidentally cut her hand. My father said he would cook milk for me, but my mother just endured the pain and said that my father couldn't master the heat. I suddenly froze, and after drinking half of it, I couldn't drink any more cereal and milk. I immediately grabbed my mother's hand, which was covered with three band-AIDS. Suddenly, my eyes were full of tears, and a feeling I had never felt before flooded my whole body. I understand that this is blood-related pain and blood-related love. For thirteen years, I have been bathed in the sunshine of love and never felt it.
When I was very young, I couldn't understand my mother's concern. One day. My mother has a high fever. When I got home, my mother blushed. She put up with it and didn't tell me. I thought there was something happy to make her happy, so I didn't ask. I put down my schoolbag and watched cartoons by myself. My mother took some medicine while I was not paying attention, so she dragged herself to watch it with me. As usual, I asked my mother to do this and that, and asked her to play outside with me and buy me food ... I didn't realize that she was ill at that time. I should care about her, understand her and let her rest!
Thought of here, my heart is full of sadness and regret. At that moment, I suddenly felt that I had grown up and was no longer the little girl who didn't understand her mother. Mom, my tender shoulders can't seem to support your great love for me, but it's not too late to realize it. At that moment, I really grew up! Mom, I want to tell you that my daughter will always be your little cotton-padded jacket and love you forever!