SANFORD WILBURN
Stories (1/0)
My heart
Maternal love is great. We are like small fish and shrimp in the river. Mother is the glassy ribbon that gives us food -- the river. Before, I often think that the so-called mother love in the world is just a beautiful legend, because the mother often beat us, scold us. We don't think of it as our mother's love. We'd hate her and ignore her, but the truth is, we'd be wrong. One day, my brother called from No. 2 High School and said, "Mom, I hurt my thumb playing basketball. Thumb turned back -- dislocated! Now it's in the clinic." When I heard the news, it was like a bolt from the blue. I think I lost consciousness for a moment. At present, it is already dark. Tears fell like broken beads. I thought to myself: Lao Yao, why don't you be careful, whoo whoo. All I heard on the other end of the phone was my mother saying anxiously, "What's wrong? Does it hurt? Does it matter? Don't play anymore... ." My mom looks like she's scolding my brother, but in truth, I don't know how worried and upset I am! When my mother saw us sad, she didn't know how sad she was. Once she thought her brother was sad again. Her mother cried sadly. Even I, a little devil with a black life color and a split personality, cried my eyes out. Even though my mom beat you and called you names and whipped you with a coat hanger, my mom's heart is fragile, too. When I hit my son, it broke my mother's heart. I've been tiptoeing around things ever since. Every word I said had to be corrected and changed again. On second thought, I just want my mother not to be angry. Here I want to say to all the mothers: "You have worked hard!" I want to say to my mother, "Mom, I love you, I love you very much."
By SANFORD WILBURN11 months ago in Blush