There is a kind of happiness called "the smell of mother"

One kind of love is begging your mother to let you go home for dinner.

I have gastroenteritis these two days. My mother calls two or three times a day to ask me if I'm better. What do you want to eat at noon? Handmade noodles and salty noodle soup are easy to digest. I go back to my mother's house for a ready-made meal. After dinner, my mother won't even let me wash the dishes, so that I can rest more ... as if I were in infancy. At this time, I don't have to worry about anything, as long as I am comfortable.

Although I have reached middle age and returned to my mother's family, I am still the treasure in my mother's hand. I feel at home with my mother.

The happiest thing is to eat the meal cooked by my mother. Now I deeply understand the meaning of this sentence. I used to think that my mother's cooking was delicious, all of which I loved, and I felt very happy. Now I realize another profound meaning. My mother can cook for me if my health permits. This is our greatest happiness as children.

I accept the care of my mother, and I am willing to be taken care of by my mother.

I am very happy.