I remember once, when I was six years old, I was a sickly child. Mom to pick me every day, but that day suddenly heavy rain, prolonged. From work, she ran to the school to pick me up. Rain coat just enough to cover for a mother to let me cover decisively. I used raincoat without thinking. At home, it was dark. The rain was still heavy. It lasted awful!
At dinner, I ate dinner with her mother, the mother looks tired. Seeing me sad, my mother said: 'I'm okay, I'm just tired.' After a meal, the mother continued to work late into the night.
And the next day she did not go to school and pick me up. I quickly went home, then heard my mother was hospitalized for a bad cold. I frantically ran to the hospital, the mother's face looked tired, pale, I felt pain in my heart. Mother was hospitalized for a week.
The story takes place only that, but for me as a memory of the noble mother.
Until now, despite the passing of time but my memories of her mother not faded . For me, the mother is all, is the life of my life.
Mother used to it in the rain
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