I think that after the experience, the tears are already high. As a result, when I heard the ending song, my tear ducts collapsed...
This is a story I wrote for my mother. Regardless of werewolves, I think every mother must have the same emotion the moment she steps out of the house when she sees her child grow up. The children's books are also displayed in the room; their schoolbags are hung on the backs of the chairs; and their clothes, which have long been ill-fitting, are neatly stacked in the wardrobe... She can remember every important day. On the day the child can walk and talk, on the day of
She treasures the child's doodles, but she does not always look through the child's photos... Although the family has seldom seen the figures of the children, the traces of their lives are still there... Lonely, there is a sense of fulfillment at the same time.
When Xiaoyu left, her mother thought of his youth and remembered the oath she had made to protect the children. She said that she had not paid enough. All mothers have the same concern, don't they? No matter how much we grow up, in her eyes, we will always be the uneasy child, worried that you have not eaten well, worried that you will be wronged, worried that you will catch a cold and get sick, she is The person who has done a lot for you, doesn't feel tired or bitter, and wants to give you all the best things in her world. We grew up and that was her proudest achievement.
The time we really spend with my mother is actually only ten years, and in those short ten years, we are all ignorant and worried about her. She took care of her own family, as if the focus of life had never been placed on her... As for her, she only let us see the self-sufficient and comfortable side of her life, so that we could feel at ease, and only slowly after we turned away. Let out a little lonely sigh, and then collect little by little the traces we left in this home...
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