A Story About My Mother

Vu Lan celebration is coming, on websites there ar many written works ab bulge mother. They are simple scarce meaningful and re thinkered me of my mother. Accordingly, I want to share with every unitary my story-a long one to specialise When I was a child, I always imagined my mother as a serious and frightening woman. She was constantly forcing me to stay at home whereas my assistant can freely go out and enjoy their childhood. Thats not fair There was a question that kept haunting my mind Is she exactly my mother? . I think that I found the reply later that story.One time, being overly passionate about games with my friends, I forgot to come up back home, making my parents extremely worry and find me everywhere. Finding out me in the yard with my friends, she furiously shouted at me and hit me in front of all my friends including the boy that I liked. It is too ashamed I did not have dinner and kept myself in my room on that day. During that night, instead of sleeping, I p lanned to revenge my mother in the undermentioned days. In the following day,as usual she went to work and left me only if at home .However, this time I decided not to stay alone in that boring house. Fortunately, I came across a tiny mountain in the window, which was small enough for my little friends to creep into. Being too happy, we play many games one by one. Suddenly, I had an accident part I was playing skipping with my mothers scraft, leading to my chins blooding. I was very afraid no matter how much my friends encourage me. I cried so much my friends had to find the help of my neighbor. He immediately informed my mother. This time surely my mother will hit me gravely I thought that.Especially when I heard the sound of her motorbike, my heart bemuse faster to wait my mothers punishment. Nevertheless, everything was totally unexpected. Right after the door had been opened, the scene I saw was not her furious eyeball but her eyes with continuously dropping tears. My mother hurriedly ran to me and embraced me tightly. I could not forget those eye. I feel that my mother was also indefinable like me. That was the moment I realized her invaluable love for me. Until right off I learned that mothers love is not expert pampering but the strict as well and that mother is the one love us the most.