Diary uses one thing to say that parents love them.

My parents are like the vast ocean, and I am like a small fish in the sea. They give me warmth and grow with me. The love of parents is selfless and great. No, I feel it.

I still remember one time, my head was very painful. I called home. I called my mother immediately after my grandmother took me home. My mother came back to take care of me regardless of everything. After dinner, I was still in bed. My mother didn't even eat dinner herself. Instead, she brought the rice to bed and fed it to me bite by bite. When I finished eating, my mother had not eaten dinner. When dad comes back, come to bed and take my temperature. "Ah, 38 degrees!" Dad said in surprise. Dad wants to take me to the hospital, but I want to review at home first, because the exam is coming soon, so dad wants to help me review. I want to sleep after reviewing. But I couldn't sleep. My mother immediately picked up a towel and put it in the refrigerator. For five minutes, my mother waited anxiously. In my mother's eyes, five minutes is like five hours. Five minutes later, my mother immediately put an ice towel on my forehead to cool down. The towel was changed again and again. I am grateful to see my mother working so hard. Gradually I fell asleep.