As long as I can remember, I feel that my parents always take care of me in every possible way, lest I be hungry and cold ... My mother cooks delicious meals every day, which makes me eat with relish and grow up day by day.
I remember it was my second grade. Once, when my mother took me to the hospital, my thin figure made me remember deeply and unforgettable for a long time. At that time, because I didn't cover the quilt at night, I caught a cold, was weak, had a headache and had a fever. My mother quickly took me to the hospital. At the registration office of the hospital, I sat in a chair weakly, waiting for my mother to register. Looking at the long line, I saw my mother standing in the middle of the line. She waited anxiously in the crowd, beating her waist from time to time. I know my mother's waist has always been bad. If I stand or sit for a long time, her waist will hurt. My mother completely ignored her back pain, still insisted and silently endured standing in the registered team. Looking at the slowly moving team, looking at my mother's thin figure, a warm current flows all over my body, and I am grateful. I couldn't help crying when I saw my mother register back. My mother also used her thin body to carry me upstairs and downstairs in the hospital to get medicine and a list, and she didn't care about her back pain at all. After a busy day, at night, my mother was still waiting in front of my bed, taking my temperature from time to time, touching my forehead, covering me with a quilt, taking medicine for a while, drinking water for a while ... All night, my mother didn't sleep well and stayed with me. After a day and a night of careful nursing by my mother, I gradually got better. I watched my mother's emaciated face getting thinner and thinner, and her mother seemed to get old and haggard overnight.
Time has passed, but my heart is still so clear. I will never forget that thin figure, that is, her thin body holds up all of me. I love you forever, my good mother!