I remember once, when I was six years old, I was a child sick. Parents have to shuttle me every day, but day raining screamed, stretching. Parents rushed to the school to pick me up. Rain coat just enough to cover for a person, the definitive mother to let me cover. I have used raincoats without thinking anything. Back home, the Sun was up. The rain remains heavy particles. It spans the woah!at dinner, I sat with my mother eat, mom seemed tired. See me sad, my mom said: ' I'm fine, I'm just tired all right '. After dinner, my mother worked to late at night.And the next day her mother not to come to the school to pick me up. I quickly went home, then I know my mother was feeling heavy, are in hospital. I stalked went running into the hospital, looking weary mother, face pale, I found myself a sharp pain. My mother is in the hospital for a week.The story takes place, but for me as a souvenir of his mother.Until now despite time passes but memories of my mother are not embryonic phase. For me, my mom is all, which is the life of my life.
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