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Many people think that growth is a long process. I think growth sometimes happens in a flash.

Since the birth of a baby at home, the focus of the whole family has shifted collectively, and they are all busy around him, so I started a "comfortable" life. At the same time, I feel that my family cares less and less about me! In this family, I seem a little redundant, but then something happened that completely changed my view.

One night when the little guy was more than one year old, it was cloudy, as if he could swallow the whole world, and the wind blew through the leaves and made a "rustling" sound. Only the lights on the building are still sticking to their posts.

"Ding, ding ..." Mom's phone rang and she answered it. The phone is squeaking. At this moment, her mother frowned, put down the phone and came to me. Hey, is dad drunk again? My mother immediately restored the smile on her face and said to me while watching TV, "Feifei, my mother has something urgent to go out for a while." Can you help my mother look after my brother? " Me? That will be a day! Alas! Why does God always give me a hard time? Forget it, accept your fate! I gritted my teeth, glanced at the sleeping little guy and said, "OK!" " "Reluctantly leave my TV, slowly came to the little guy. Strange to say, when his mother was at home, he slept like a "lazy pig" and snored. When his mother left, he was like a bird without wings, crying loudly.

While crying, his mouth kept calling: "I want my mother, I want to …" Glittering tears violently swept across his cheek, leaving a tear mark, and his little face was red with tears, pathetic, no matter how coaxed. I thought to myself: Mom should not have gone far! Quickly opened the door and shouted, "Mom, Mom." But no one answered, so I turned and ran back to continue to coax him. At this time, I am really anxious like an ant on hot bricks, but in the little guy's heart, his mother is everything to him, and it is really terrible without his mother's protection.

"Wow", suddenly, the little guy cried and vomited. He was covered with himself and sheets, and even my clothes were "scarred". I was blindsided at once. I didn't know what to do, but he didn't care about my feelings at all. He kept crying. I used my quick wits to pick him up, learn how my mother takes care of my brother, pat him on the back and sing nursery rhymes.

"Mao", mom came back, grandparents and dad followed me into the house. I quickly gave the little guy to my mother and told her what happened in detail. Everyone gave me a thumbs-up sign.

Although it is only a short ten minutes, it seems to me that it is a long few hours! I finally understand the hard work of taking care of children. It's not that mom and dad don't love me, but that the little guy needs more care.

At that moment, I understood the person I loved. At that moment, I grew up.