The steamed buns of my childhood...omit the process of eating my buns

The steamed buns of childhood?

Today’s happy time makes me happy, the steamed buns of childhood, but sometimes there is a trace of childhood bitterness in my heart. At that time, my mother took care of my sister and me, and the family was extremely poor. I went to school in a village primary school five miles away. My six-year-old sister cooked at home and carried a bamboo basket that was half taller than her to hunt pig grass. My mother got up early and worked in the dark to earn work points. Her days were as poor as strings of withered pigs. Lantern flowers.

One year on Children’s Day, the school said it was celebrating Children’s Day, and each student was given three steamed buns. I excitedly told my mother and sister that I would make steamed buns tomorrow, one for my sister, one for my mother, and one for me. My sister smiled, and so did my mother.

That day, the school really steamed steamed buns. After the ceremony, I had an extra lotus leaf in my hand, and inside the lotus leaf were three hot steamed buns. ?