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The people I know best

by Test 2 months ago in Short Story
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At the foot of the dark green mountain lies a red sun, below is a piece of high-rise buildings, all have a big turquoise tree, in the ground floor of an ordinary building, a middle-aged woman of 30 to 40 years old, wearing a black robe, head tied a ponytail,

The people I know best
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At the foot of the dark green mountain lies a red sun, below is a piece of high-rise buildings, all have a big turquoise tree, in the ground floor of an ordinary building, a middle-aged woman of 30 to 40 years old, wearing a black robe, head tied a ponytail, one hand holding a pot, one hand washing vegetables, is frying vegetables, only to hear the sound of banging, with an aroma of a pot of vegetables fresh out of the oven... ...

My mother is already in her thirties, and although she is no bigger than others, she is a caring person.

One day, my mother took me out to buy something, we were passing this section of Kegel Road when we suddenly heard a shout, my mother and I coincidentally looked back, only to see a man with no legs sitting on a cart, pushing back with his hands, is difficult to move forward, we both looked at the heart sour chirp, at this time, my mother handed me five yuan, let me go to donate this money to the disabled, I immediately ran over and threw the money into the bowl where he asked for money, he thanked me and said, I didn't care, I ran back in a hurry, "How was it?" Mom said. "Mom, we did another good thing!" I replied innocently. And so we went home bouncing and happy, not only because we had done a good deed, but also because I have a loving mother.

My mom has some wrinkles on her face, and these wrinkles are unusual because she takes care of me.

The first thing my mom does every morning is to cook the rice and then slowly get me up to eat before she goes to work, and when she comes back from work, she is exhausted and has to go to the market before coming home. Mom always comes home from work every day with heavy things in her hands.

Once, my mom asked me to go grocery shopping with her, and I ran to Kegel Road to wait for my mom, and after she got out of the car, we went to the market. There were a lot of vendors in the market, but most people were still buying food. We were pushed aside by the crowd, and without saying a word, my mom squeezed in again, and I followed her. When we got to the butcher store, we found that there was a long queue, so my mom and I got to the back of the line. The crowd was like a powerful torrent, and some of the weaker ones were squeezed to the side two or three times, so I said to my mom, "Let's do it in three!" "That's all we can do." Mom replied. The clouds in the sky drifted from the left to the right, and when it was finally our turn, Mom said to the boss, "One pound of lean meat!" "Okay!" He said cheerfully. We scampered into the crowd again, and when it came to the exit, Mom remembered that she still had to buy peppers, so she took me "'against the stream' and up", and we couldn't move an inch, but still struggled to go in the opposite direction, and it was hard to get to the vendor, which was a crowd, I was squeezed On the ground, I did not say anything to get up, want to see the person who just hit me, and he was swallowed by the wave "swallowed. I thought to myself, "Forget it! I'm sorry for my bad luck! When we got out of the market, I urged my mom, "I'm exhausted!" "Are you okay?" Mom asked. "I'm fine except for the back pain and leg cramps," I replied, and Mom laughed without saying anything. I turned to think: Mom has to pass by here every day, in that case, then Mom has to be so tired every day like I am I think sour in my heart ......

This is my mother, one who is not only loving but also cares for me in every way. At the same time, she is also a top "worker"!

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