When I was on the phone with a long-lost classmate, asking each other how they were doing, he suddenly asked me, "What did you do that touched your mother the most?"
I was momentarily stunned by the question, I do not seem to remember or even want to remember whether my mother has been touched because of what I, I was speechless, once so proud of their own and mother's equal friendship, so boastful of how to make my mother happy, I suddenly felt a kind of inexplicable heartache.
Mother traveled, she often traveled, leaving me alone at home to take care of my own life for many years. My personality is full of independence, and one of the things I look forward to the most is being able to grow up and be independent, mentally, and financially. I seldom missed her y, and when I answered her eternal question "Did you miss me?" in the negative, with a hint of deliberate annoyance, she would always half-jokingly call me heartless. It was her call again, after a couple of sentences, I suddenly asked her, "In your memory, have I done anything that particularly touched you?" She paused for a while and said, "I'm sorry. She paused for a moment and said, "Of course I did--" and then she told me about an incident long ago, something that had never made a single impression on my mind. When I was four years old, my mother once took me and my father on an errand together, and during the conversation between the errand boy and my father, my mother said something suggestively, which for some reason angered the errand boy, who began to yell at my mother, and before my father could intervene to stop him, the little one rushed to my mother, and blocked her, yelling at the errand boy, "Don't yell at me! Mom, don't scold her." The man froze, all of a sudden the anger is gone, reach out to touch my head, but tough I pushed away his hand, hard to pull the mother to go ...... mother continued to tell the story, I heard some choked up on the other end of the phone, and my tears are always pouring outward, my mother said, this is what she remembers the most moved her, she said that when I was a kid I was was especially well-behaved and sweet, unlike now.
I wasn't a good boy, at least not now, I talked back to her, used some mean words to "hurt" her jokingly, took some new words she didn't understand to make her angry, I seem to have been born like this, and I have long forgotten that I used to be good and cute. My mother often complained that she hoped I would not grow up, so she will not be old, I will not be angry with her, I do not know what I did when I was a child, but I remember that once I was willing to pull my mother's hand across the street, the mouth is still on my mother's side, said "I will lead you to cross the street," once I still must be tugging at my mother's hand before going to sleep for fear of dreaming of the devil! Take me away ......
I, grew up, mother, also old, big I learned to talk back, learned and mother to fight some of her always let me the chicken skin. I also remember my mother dyed my school uniform colorful like a child who did something wrong to me to apologize, I also remember my mother saw her satisfied with the composition with the kind of joke sad tone said "hey, my article expired", I also remember my mother because I do not understand the backlash and angry to cry, I also remember my mother for my conscience. I also remember my mother feeling cold for my heartless language, although this life droplets after the episode is again the two of us sunny days, but I am worried about my mother really feel the pain and grief, I am afraid that she will be disappointed in me.
And me, what have I done? I am not qualified to say what I have done to make my mother touched, I did not take really make her happy achievements, no enough to let her show off a skill, and when she was sick, I in addition to handing a cup of water, take some medicine, I even take my mother to the doctor's ability are not. I know that the burden on my mother's shoulders is very heavy, she has to feed me, who does not understand but spends a staggering amount of money only to pay out of pocket and not to earn the money and time-consuming Lord, I have heard her sometimes crying in the night, my mother is not an absolutely strong person, but she never transferred this burden to me, but I, and what have I ever done? My tears flowed unheeded again, my mother had said that she didn't like to always see me cry, but I was still so unheeded.
I, was it remorse? Is it guilt? Is it shame? Is it pain? Is it sadness? Is it sourness? Bitterness? Is it heartache? Both and neither ......
Mother is not kind, she hit me; mother is not beautiful, she is old; mother is not nagging, but like to listen to others; mother's career is very ordinary, she is still working hard ...... and mother with strict leniency : "Why ask me this, today you are not going to write some essay, you came to me to find material?" I laughed, my essay seldom write about mothers, in my thinking, it is too vulgar, but my mother always said, a good living typical material why don't you use ah? You have to write such a song in praise of the mother of the composition I am sure touched ......
I know, the mother is in fact very easy to satisfy, as long as a composition, you can move her, as long as a care, you can move her, as long as a love her, you can move her, as long as the block in front of her to say a word! "Do not scold my mother, do not scold her", can move her ...... and grow up I have not given her ......
Mother, I wrote this article, I care about you! The state of affairs now, traveling away from home, you do not know what you are doing, I want to tell you that I love you! Mother, I am qualified to say, qualified to tell you, tell everyone - "I do everything to move you, make you proud"?