My stepmother's composition

My stepmother's composition 1 My mother died of illness more than nine months after I was born. In order to earn more money, my father couldn't manage the house, so he had to find me a stepmother. For the convenience of life, I have been following my grandmother.

But as long as I can remember, I have deeply felt the concern of my stepmother. Whenever my father cooks dinner, my mother will come to my grandmother's house and ask me to come over for dinner. She never lets me do hard work or heavy work. My mother always said to me, "You are still young. When you grow up, you will have time to do it. "

A few days ago, my grandmother said to my mother, "I will go to Tianjin in a few days, and your father will not be at home at noon." Let HTC eat at your place. " My mother asked me to have dinner the next day, and my grandmother hasn't gone to Tianjin yet. My mother was a little disappointed and said to me, "I made it for you." Can't your grandmother go home to eat? " I am very happy to do it with my mother, and my mother is also very happy.

Last week, my father bought a roast chicken. My father just wants to tear it apart and eat it. My mother said, "Wait until HTC comes back." As soon as I entered the house, my mother gave me a chicken leg and the other one to my brother. I deeply feel the greatness of maternal love.

Oh, my stepmother, I'm afraid she is better than my own mother! You all have a biological mother who loves you, and I have a warm and kind stepmother. I am very happy!

My stepmother composition 2 She once said "Mom" to me, which is a great title. Not everyone is worth it, and her stepmother is also a mother. . . . . .

When I was a child, I was ignorant, shallow and ignorant. In short, the ups and downs of growing up made me rebel, and I hated her very much. I don't understand the things between them-feelings, even the love of my most admired father has been taken up by her, and I hate her. . . . . . No matter what happens, I always want to go against her and think that everything about me is caused by her. Counting by fingers, she and I lived under the same roof for six spring, summer, autumn and winter, went to high school, technical secondary school and then got married, forming our own small family.

After marriage, through life, work and society. . . . . . Due to various factors and pressures, my naive little girl became a young woman and then became a mother. Today, I am mature. It turns out that being a mother is so difficult. It is really what the predecessors said: "I don't know how to repay my mother if I don't raise children." In retrospect, in fact, she taught me a lot, gave me endless energy, made me wise in criticism, made me grow in life and honed in thorns. And more and more mature, isn't it? Let me know what I'm doing. Do what? . . . . .

Mother: "Thank you!" I call you mom from the bottom of my heart, I love you! Although you didn't give me a body, you gave me a soul, mom, don't worry! I will cherish the love you poured into me, thank you: "stepmother!" " "