When I entered middle school, I began to have lunch at school. When I got home, my topic was occupied by interesting things on campus. Whenever I talk about lunch, my mother always says, "Eat at school and have enough!" " "Maybe I'm in a rebellious period, and I can't help feeling a little disgusted when I listen to this sentence every day:" I'm so old, don't I know how to eat enough? "
Until noon one day last month, I opened my lunch box and was a little disappointed-all I didn't like to eat. Pick up a mouthful of rice and put it in your mouth. It tastes disgusting. After a few quick bites, I closed the lunch box. ...
That afternoon, I was so hungry that my chest pressed against my back and my stomach growled. I feel a little sour when I think of the lunch box at noon. I finally got to school, so I ran home. When I got home, I went straight to the refrigerator before I could catch my breath. Take out the bread and milk and have a good meal. Grandma came over and was shocked to see me wolfing down my food. "Don't choke. Alas, you child, you are hungry! " Grandma looked at me and said a lot. But after listening to so many words, I always feel that I have almost everything.
That night, I told my family interesting things about school at the dinner table. In the process of narration, I consciously avoided the chapter of eating lunch. Everyone else listened, talking and laughing, but my mother stood quietly, as if waiting for something. When I was thirsty and reached for a glass of water, my mother said, "What about lunch? Are you full? " Oh, no, I can't believe it. My heart is playing a small drum. I don't want them to know that I'm hungry. I'll be punished and lose face. I deliberately dragged on drinking water for a long time, but my head turned rapidly, thinking about how to deal with it. A glass of water will soon go down. "What's the matter, lunch?" Mom repeated it again. "It's normal-ah-"I poured another glass of water, and as soon as I finished, I put my head in. "That's good, eat at school, full!" Mom came back with that famous saying, but my heart was warm.
Reminder is caring, reminder is caring, reminder is beautiful, and reminder is the embodiment of maternal love.