Which is more reliable, a daughter or a daughter-in-law?

Of course, it's better to be a daughter. After all, she is her own little cotton-padded jacket. Tell me my story, and it will be clear after reading it.

I still remember that it was early in the morning, and I heard the sound of "ding-ding-dong" before I opened my eyes. Why? So early.

I muttered in my heart, lying in bed, listening carefully, and the sound came out of the kitchen. Is it making breakfast? It is possible to have a good breakfast.

I got up in a hurry, and saw my sister busy in the kitchen alone, brushing her teeth and washing her face with water, and finished cleaning up. When I saw my sister spreading pancakes, I asked, "How can I spread pancakes so early?" In my mind, pancakes are all for lunch, not for breakfast.

"My mom likes pancakes, so show them to her." Sister said. After listening to my sister's words, I took a pancake and served it on a plate. Then, I dialed some shredded potatoes and showed them to my mother on the table. Every time I go home, my sister reminds me to change the food and non-staple food on my mother's table. Every time I eat, my sister worries about serving meals to my mother. Although this is a ceremony, it is all of my heart, a kind of affection.

"It's raining today, and there are no oil cakes in the street." Brother-in-law's voice, brother-in-law came in from the outside for a while, with some guilt. My sister must have urged my brother-in-law to buy oil cakes. When my mother died, she really wanted to eat oil cakes. Today, my sister asked her brother-in-law to buy them.

Before my mother died, I wanted to eat oil cakes once. It was raining and I just got up, so I didn't want to go. My mother was a little angry. After an hour, I said to my mother, "I'm going to buy oil cakes. How many?"

"buy six, I'll eat two and you eat four." My mother carefully urged me to go out and buy it. Because of the rain, the seller of oil cakes didn't stand out, didn't buy it, and there was no chance in the future. It was my regret that I didn't let my mother eat oil cakes.

some time ago, I went to the oil cake stand to see it, and I wanted to buy some for my mother to show. Unfortunately, there was no one in the oil cake stand, which has always been a pity. Today, my sister asked her brother-in-law to buy it, which is also a kind of regret.

My sister took care of my mother when she was sick. Some colleagues reminded me to take good care of my sister. I didn't understand it at first. Now it seems that my sister has been in the sadness of losing her mother, and I feel that I have not taken care of my mother in many places, and I have many regrets.

A mother with a daughter is happy. She can always eat delicious meals cooked by her daughter. When I take care of her, I can only give her some milk powder or buy some tofu brain, which is not to her taste.

It's good to have a daughter. I can take good care of my parents. Thanks to my sister's care, my mother can have a happy life and die without regrets.