Mother's Day is coming, what do you want to say to your mother?

I have written articles for many people, but I have never written one for you.

I don’t know why, but every time I pick up the pen, I can’t say anything about it.

"Others say that only mothers are good in the world, and you should fall into your mother's arms." But to be honest, I was quite afraid of you when I was a child. Because I have been back to my hometown with my grandparents since I was six months old. When I was a child, I only kissed my grandparents. When I saw you, I even called you aunt.

When I was in elementary school, I always wanted to live at my grandma’s house, but you wouldn’t let me. I still remember that time you dragged me home desperately and refused to let me go with my grandfather. After you dragged me up, I lied and said I didn’t have my schoolbag, then I ran downstairs and jumped on the back seat of my grandfather’s motorcycle with tears in my eyes.

At that time, I really didn’t understand why you stopped me even though you knew I was kissing my grandparents.

Maybe it’s because of his gloomy personality and poor grades.

In junior high school, I became the target of unanimous criticism at family gatherings.

I don’t know how I survived that period.

Maybe you think I’m okay and there seems to be nothing wrong with me.

Do you still remember that you once peeked at my diary and secretly told my father.

Maybe you didn’t mean it, it was me who didn’t place those diaries properly.

But what I don’t understand is why you focus on which boy I like instead of the despair and the two suicide notes in the diary.

High school may be a turning point in my life, but also a turning point in our family.

It was from then on that I began to look forward to home.

That’s when it started. I truly understand your love.

Do you still remember, at that time, we got up at 5:23 every day to go to school. My father was responsible for waking my sister and me up, and you were responsible for making breakfast for us both.

I have never thought about what kind of persistence it was that made you get up at 4:30 every morning for more than a thousand days to prepare breakfast for my sister and me, without stopping for a day.

I have never thought about the kind of persistence that allowed you to prepare a large table of late-night snacks for my sister and me every night for more than a thousand days without a break.

I never told you that every time I study in the evening, I look forward to going home.

I have never told you that in the dark neighborhood late at night, your busy figure under the small warm orange light of our kitchen is my exclusive memory.

In my memory, you rarely cry.

Unlike your emotional father, you are more rational and rarely express your true feelings.

This may be the reason why I had many misunderstandings about you when I was a child.

August Changan once said: "I will be a good mother in the future and give you all the understanding and respect I have never received."

But I want to say: "Maybe There is some lack of understanding and respect between you and me, but that does not prevent us from loving each other and protecting each other."

Mom, I love you!