Box, the in the mind immediately thought of my childhood.
I went to primary school at the age of six. I have no pencil case, book or pen.
They are all packed in plastic bags. Whenever students talk about whose pencil case is what?
I always avoid them when they are beautiful.
When I got home, I got up the courage to talk to my mother. "Writing paper in?
Put it in the bag. The family doesn't have that much money to buy this and that.
Yes "Mom said helplessly. But I still insisted: "No!
I want it. "Face flushed bright red. In the face of my stubbornness, my mother showed her attitude.
Show helplessness. From then on, I felt that my mother was working.
I'm busy. Mother is a primary school teacher. In order to have a good class, he
Spend a lot of time preparing lessons, except writing papers, just to earn more.
Money supplements the family, and my mother often contributes to magazines.
The night before my birthday, my mother didn't prepare lessons. She is sewing.
Stay alive and stay up late. When I asked my mother what she was doing, she didn't.
Answer.
The next day, on my birthday, my relatives got together and I received a lot.
When I was cutting the cake, my mother walked by quietly.
Come on, take something out of the back, and let me have a closer look-this is a
Cloth pencil case, embroidered with exquisite patterns, with one large and one small on it.
Two lovely cats, I imagine that the older one is my mother, the younger one is me, and my heart.
It feels particularly warm in the room. For me, this is a special birthday present.
This gift has special commemorative significance, because it is a kiss from my mother.
Handmade, not bought, more importantly, it is full of my mother's love for me.
Love and expectation, so I have been treasured until now.