When I was sick, someone will always give me warm. When I was the most depressed, someone will always come and cheer for me! And the man, she is my mommy.

Is she gave me life. It's her, since I was born to take care of me. I was her, for I often shed tears.

Mother, although no great effort, she always take care of me. Anyway, the in the mind only their own children.

There is one thing, from birth to now, I remember clearly.

It was a winter night, outside the wind blowing violently. My sleeping was awakened by the wind. I woke up feeling was hot, so call up mom. "Mom, mom, I'm hot." Hear my cry, hurriedly put on the clothes. She touched my forehead. "Oh, very hot." I wear good clothes, back me to the hospital.

On the backs of mother thin, fragile, I felt a kind of never warm. Mother's footsteps is that panic, afraid to delay my best time.

I was diagnosed with encephalitis. I was only four years old, in the hospital for a month of wasted time, become fat. The mother lost many in this month. Accordingly, the mother illness fee, a lot of attention for me. The gaunt. At this moment, I feel the greatness of a never found. That is the great mother.

A few months later, the mother fell ill. I learned from grandma: I'm in a month of encephalitis, basic no mother to eat.

At this moment, my eyes moist. Yeah! In this world to the selfless contributions to their own children, I'm afraid she was the only one!。