I grew up in the loving arms of mother support. mother worries each meal, sleep for me. I will never forget being at my mother take care of me on the day I was sick.That day, I go to school on a wet rain, midnight fever struck. My hot flashes that the hands, the feet, the conditioning run, the cold as from bone marrow applied causing me to run set up. I say in coma:-Mama, I'm cold too!Mom tuck rush me, hug I appease, pacify. My mother put me right on the bed, then took drugs for I drink, I drink medicine and then try to close your eyes, but for stress, discomfort immensely. Parents soaked towel into the water, up onto the forehead for me, gently massage hot oil on the forehead, chest and both legs.At the time I hurt my mother very much. On Tuesday, the ladies fever fades, I find it more pleasant. My mom still sitting there, on that chair based statistics survey into the bed. It seems that these days the mother does not leave me half a step. I looked at my mother asleep in my sleep, looks tired mom's phạc because of lack of sleep. Skinny mom goes real fast, hands still hold my hand-I woke up, I was seeing the mother smiles and bloom on the lips ... and tender, warm words of my mother taking me back to sleep.Trong tôi, mẹ đẹp lắm ! Dịu dàng lắm. Tôi hạnh phúc vì có mẹ trong đời, có lẽ tôi là người may mắn nhất. Cuối cùng tôi muốn nói với mẹ rằng: " cảm ơn mẹ vì đã đến bên con
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