Adults say that I am a child who is happy without knowing happiness. I once strongly opposed it, and now I feel the same way.

The rainy weather drove away the last force floating in the air in summer, making the breath of autumn more intense and threatening. Television constantly shows images of Taiwan Province province being destroyed by Typhoon Morakot. My parents and I sit together for dinner and watch TV from time to time.

In the few seconds when my eyes wandered aimlessly, I saw the children's faces on TV, which were somewhat similar to those in the disaster area last year. Yes, they all lost their parents. Poor thing. I sighed in my heart, didn't care much, and continued to turn to eat.

"After a day at school, you are tired. Go to bed early at night. " It is a nagging that must appear at the dinner table every day. I rolled my eyes as usual and didn't answer.

In the evening, I was prone on my desk to do my homework, and it was very late before I knew it. "Knock, knock, knock", as usual, my mother knocked at the door outside and asked me what to drink, cold or hot. I'm bored, so I said whatever. There's no sound outside. I continued to write, and I vaguely heard something in the kitchen.

After a while, my mother brought a cup of honey water. I took it and waved her out without saying anything. Mother smiled, added "Go to bed early", turned and walked out. A flash of silver flashed through my eyes.

I turned my eyes back to the desktop and worried about this problem without thinking. I drink honey water. A sweet and refreshing smell permeates the whole body, with a little warmth and deep love.

The face of a child who lost his parents in Taiwan Province Province, my supercilious look at the dinner table, my father's concern, my mother's nagging, my impatience, the quiet noise in the kitchen and the silver thread just above my mother's head suddenly flooded into my mind.

My heart suddenly hurts badly.

When I was a child, I often asked my parents why I was not a child of a certain family, why I didn't have beautiful toys like them, and why none of you seemed to love me.

However, faced with these problems, parents always laugh it off. I never noticed the fragmentary sadness in their eyes.

I never thought I was a lucky boy. I keep asking them for it, and I even complain when I get what I want.

I have never understood that I am lucky in this life without disaster, pain and infinite love from my parents.

Recalling the children whose parents were swept away by the typhoon, I silently thought to myself, I am so lucky. I turned my eyes to my parents, and a happy smile spread around my mouth.