I was a childhood, self-willed, mischievous, and loved. I still remember that I was going home after school in the third grade of the afternoon. I was in a hurry and I accidentally broke the mother's dowry celadon vase when I rummaged through the cabinet.

I was terrified at the time, but in order to cover up the truth of the matter, I tried to calm my feelings and pretend to be nothing.

When my mother asked me, I actually said to my mother, "I don't blame me, it's the puppy at home, chasing the kitten and breaking the vase." I looked at me innocently, trying to make Calm, as much as possible to win the trust of the mother. The mother looked at the messy bedroom and said: Did you accidentally break the vase while looking for snacks? In the face of ironclad evidence like it | find this | pop over to this site | this contact form | , I have allegedly resisted and toughened: "It’s not me, it’s really not me." The mother looked at me so arrogantly, smiled gratifiedly, and couldn’t.

When I want to eat my mother's braised pork ribs, I am lied to say that I am sick, lying in bed refused to eat and drink. My mother touched my forehead and asked, "Was a baby, what? Is it uncomfortable?" I said weakly and weakly: "Heat, I want to eat the braised pork ribs made by my mother."

The mother smiled and patted me on the shoulder and said, "Little lynx, do not have any cold symptoms, why do you want to go to school? Go to school!" I am annoyed, I always can't understand, where is the stuffing? Why did it be seen by my mother?

After I came home from school, I accidentally saw the bowl of my braised pork ribs on the table. I was so excited that I rushed to the table and gorged, and looked at the opposite mother and said, "Mom, wait for me." Making money, I will take you abroad to eat the mountains and seas. In fact, I didn't know the taste of foreign countries in my childhood. I just used this exaggerated vocabulary to express my joy at the time.

After entering high school, I saw girls of the same age dressed up every day, dressed in fashionable and decent clothes, swaying in front of my eyes, the heart of beauty in my heart, born spontaneously.

In order to wear beautiful clothes, I always make some reasons to ask for money from my mother. When I have enough money, I will go to the neighborhood and buy the skirt that I have longed for.

At that time, I thought that my mother had money that I couldn't finish. I never thought that a single mother could only make money by making a babysitter. How difficult it is to live at home, how difficult it is to live at home, and how to live and work, relying on her mother to be careful. This originally crumbling home.

When you ask for money from your mother, you have to be justified, you have to be righteous, and finally your mother always ends up with a compromise.

At that time, I was willful, coquetry, lying, and taking the love in my mother's tolerance.

Time passed slowly, and I grew up in my mother's arms. I had left my mother's wings and had the ability to stand alone. My mother was old and became cautious and humble.

When I have my own small family, I am like a spinning wheel between family, work, and children. One day the mother called and tempted to ask, "Is it busy recently? Is there time to go home?" Suddenly, I suddenly remembered that I have not returned home to visit my parents for a long time. My mother finally said: I didn't bother you, I still don't mess with you.

The mother’s cautious tone made me feel overwhelmed, and I don’t know when we were alienated. If the mother expresses her feelings to me bluntly, I don't think I will accept it more happily, like when I was a child.

The mother accidentally broke her foot during a vegetable sale and lived in the hospital. We rushed home to do all kinds of formalities, staying in bed at night, solving the problem of eating... I was busy for a few days before and after.

click site | discover this | like this