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A Mother's Love: An Unwavering Presence in Our Lives |
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As we grow up, a mother's love surrounds us in various ways - a glance, a nag, a
scolding - all expressions of her love.
As a child, I had a weak constitution and often fell ill. One cold winter day, I
came down with a severe cold and fever, and was bedridden all day. In the middle
of the night, I woke up to find my mother sitting by my bedside in her pajamas.
She quickly sat up and touched my forehead, asking if I was feeling
uncomfortable. I said, "I'm hungry." Without hesitation, she went to cook some
noodles for me. After I finished eating, she stayed by my side until I fell
asleep. When I woke up again in the morning, I found my mother still in her
pajamas, half asleep by my bedside, her hand cold as ice. Tears streamed down my
face as I looked at her disheveled hair and tired face. My mother's love was a
silent caring, a deep gaze of tenderness on a cold night.
In the summertime, the mosquitoes were out in full force. I had a habit of being
unable to sleep when there were mosquitoes around. Whenever I yelled out in
frustration, "I'm so annoyed, I hate mosquitoes," my mother would jump out of
bed like a spring and go catch the mosquitoes. Perhaps, after I had fallen
asleep, she would go back to bed, but she wouldn't rest until she had caught
every single mosquito. Countless nights were spent with her repeating this act.
My mother's love was like a cool splash of flower water, like a gentle summer
breeze from a fan, soothing and comforting.
My mother's love has been a constant presence in my life, through every minute
and every second, every season and every stage of my life. She has been there as
I grew into a young adult, and I am touched and grateful for her love. I know my
young and clumsy hands, my awkward pen cannot express the love my mother has
given me, but I will strive to be a filial child and keep her love in my heart
at all times. |
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