This is a story

This is a story about family love, the story happened before I was born.

My mother told me that the winter was very cold that year. But in spite of this, she must insist on going to work every day in the snow. This went on for several days, until one day, when Grandma presented her with the thick scarf she had knitted, she realized why the light in Grandma's room had been on all those nights.

"Mom, it's late. Go to bed early." One night, my mother came out of the bedroom wrapped in a padded jacket and yawning to go to the toilet. As a result, the light in Grandma's room is still bright, mother saw, could not help but remind a voice. "All right, I'll go to sleep, I'll go to sleep." Grandma listened to her mother's words, hurriedly responded, and then turned off the lights in the room.

The next day, my mother still got up very early, but my grandmother got up earlier, and when my mother washed up, my grandmother made breakfast. My mother said that at that time, she would eat her grandmother's breakfast to go to work every morning.

When my mother had finished her breakfast, she took her handbag, then an umbrella to protect her from the wind, and then ventured out. And every time my mother went out, my grandmother would be concerned to say "be careful on the road."

Every time, when I listen to my mother tell her and grandma's story, my heart feels very warm. Especially when my mother said, in many days and nights grandma is just to weave a scarf for my mother to wind, my heart flowing warm stream overflow out.

It was one night, after my mother had finished work, and then I had dinner with my grandmother. While they were sitting in chairs watching TV, Grandma suddenly got up and went into the room to get a scarf. The color of the scarf was red, and Grandma said it would feel warm in winter. "I will wear this scarf to work in the future to protect you from the cold wind." Grandma smiled and handed the scarf to her mother.

Mother said, at that moment, she looked at the elderly grandmother, the heart only slowly moved and warm.

One summer morning, I happily went to buy milk tea.

"Di -" a sound, I skillfully took the mobile phone to scan the payment code, and did not look back to walk, while drinking milk tea, while riding home.

It was an hour before I got home. I just lay on the sofa ready to play the mobile phone, found something bad: my mobile phone has no money, just bought milk tea when scanning code and did not pay for success, I suddenly panic! What to do? To make another payment? No, the fare there and back is more than the cost of this cup of milk tea! Besides, it's so hot that I can't be bothered to go. Or not? Also not, I am not honest, honest, in the end how to do? I hesitated and hesitated.

When my mother arrived, she saw the look on my face and asked me what was wrong. I told her everything. My mother closed her eyes and mused silently for a while, then said to me, "Go or not go, it's up to you to choose, you do it at your own discretion."

I listened to my mother's words, thought about it carefully, and decided to be honest, so I made up my mind to return the money.

"June day weather, the face of a child" Suddenly it rained cats and dogs outside, I hesitated again: so big rain, I want to go again? Go, it's not good if you get wet; No. If I don't go now, when do I have to put it off? Finally, I made up my mind and rushed out with an umbrella.

It was raining hard, but I kept running. When I saw a taxi, I jumped into it.

It was raining all the time. As soon as I arrived at the milk tea shop, I quickly got out of the car and ran over, for fear of wasting a minute and a second.

Finally, when I arrived at the milk tea shop, the rain stopped, and I quickly rushed to the little sister who sold milk tea.

"Sister, I failed to pay last time. I'll make it up this time." I smiled. "Is it? Sister surprised to open his mouth, "little friend, thank you, I did not care!"

That day milk tea seemed to be more delicious, I slowly tasted, spent a pleasant afternoon.