Mom, now I want to say to you, "you have suffered a lot for me alone. You are lucky. I will never talk back to you again."
That afternoon, I came home and saw you sleeping in bed. I thought you were just tired, but I didn't think you were ill. It's almost 7 o'clock, but you haven't woken up yet. My "dinner bell" has already rang. I can't wait to wake you up. At this time, I see you are different, but I still don't think much. You slowly get up on the punch, come to the kitchen, endure a headache, cook for me, and then sleep in the bed.
In the evening, because you really have no energy, you asked me to go to the pot Xi, and at this time I was immersed in the animation, then said impatiently: "no!" Now that you have endured for a long time, you tell me the truth, saying that I don't understand. At this time, I didn't answer back. Knowing that you still have a headache, I almost cried,
Immediately ran to the kitchen and washed the pot.
Mom, please forgive me for my naughtiness and my ignorance. I hate myself for noticing your abnormality, and I can't think of your headache. After that, I'll never talk back to you again. I won't let you suffer any more.