What is the purpose of a mother telling her daughter the story of an elephant celebrating her birthday?

At 9 o'clock in the evening, a new patient arrived in the hospital's surgical ward No. 3. The patient was a four or five-year-old girl. The girl's ribs and fibula were fractured. After simple fixation and bandaging, the girl's ribs and fibula were fractured. She was sent to the city hospital overnight, and her mother stayed with her. Probably because it was night and there were no empty beds in the hospital, the child could only lie on a stretcher on the cold floor of the ward. The child's little face was pale, and her mother kept holding the child's little hand with her big hand, kneeling beside the child, staring at the child's face without blinking.

"Mom, here you go. My uncle who bandaged me said I'll be fine in a few days, right?"

"Yes!" There was a kind smile on my mother's face, as if she was very relaxed.

< p>"Mom, how many days will it take?" The child's voice was very small.

"It won't take a few days, child."

The child did not speak, closed his eyes, and shed tears. It flowed out.

After a while, the child said, "Mom, it hurts!"

The mother bent down, put her face against the child's little face, and used her own She wiped the child's tears with her face. When she raised her head, she still had that relaxed smile on her face: "Mom, will you tell me a story?" The child nodded, but the tears kept flowing down.

The story my mother told was very simple: All the animals in the big forest came to celebrate the elephant’s birthday. Each of them gave the elephant precious gifts. Only the poor little goat shyly told a joke to the elephant. , but the elephant said that the little goat brought joy to everyone, and its gift was the most cherished.

I don’t know why the mother chose such a story. The child’s eyes lit up, and she used her hands to Wiping away tears, she said in a cheerful voice: "Mom, do they have cakes? Will you also buy me the biggest cake on my birthday?"

"Of course I will buy a cake, I'll wait for you." Well, when we are discharged from the hospital, we will go buy cakes together." The mother's voice was so brisk, and the child also laughed.

"Mom, tell me again." So, the mother continued to speak over and over again, and she She kept holding the child's little hand with her hand, and still had a relaxed and kind smile on her face.

The girl finally couldn't help it, and tears flowed down again: "Mom, it hurts!" and hummed softly. Get up. The mother wiped the child's tears and asked: "Do you want to cry loudly?" The child nodded. The ward was surprisingly quiet. I don't know if everyone was asleep. It was already past 11 o'clock at night. < /p>

"Will you let mommy accompany you if it hurts?" The child nodded and shook his head. The mother put her hand on the girl's lips and said, "If it hurts, just bite mommy's hand." The child bit her. I held my mother's hand, but the tears still kept flowing.

Later, the child finally closed his eyes and fell asleep, with tears still hanging on his face, but the mother was full of tears at this time.

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At three o'clock in the morning, the child woke up from the pain in her dream. She called out "Mom" and started sobbing softly. The mother suddenly lost her words. She was at a loss and just whispered softly. Calling softly "My child!"

"If the child wants to cry, just let her cry loudly." A voice sounded in the room. "My child, please cry." People in the room They all said together. They were all awake.

The mother looked at the child's face and said: "Cry if you want, good boy."

"Mom, uncle 1 Auntie, aren't you going to sleep?" the child asked choked with tears, her hair wet with tears. Her little face was like an angel.

Everyone who could move around in the room came to the child, one person The 40-year-old woman picked up an orange and peeled it while saying: "Eat an orange, little baby, you won't feel any pain after eating it." As she spoke, tears rolled down the child's face. The child looked at it in surprise. She then stretched out her little hand to wipe the tears on her aunt's face. The woman couldn't stop crying: "I have never seen such a sensible child..."

That night, No one fell asleep again. Everyone was moved, by the child, and by the child's mother. Only a competent mother can have such an outstanding child.