I remember one day after school, my friends and I played football in the yard. My mother saw it and asked me, "Xing Lei, have you finished your homework?" I casually said, "Done!" "Let me see." My mother came up to me and pulled me into the room.
Facing the open schoolbag, I lowered my head and unconsciously rolled my skirt with one hand, afraid to look at my mother's face. "Didn't you do it?" Mom asked. I nodded my head. "Then you can eat when you are ready!" I looked at my mother and she lost her smile.
It happened that there was a lot of homework that day. It's time to eat. I heard the sound of chopsticks on the table and smelled my mother's specialty, sweet and sour pork ribs. I pricked up my ears and stared at the door of the room. However, my mother never called me.
One Sunday afternoon, my friends and I played football in the yard. Then my mother came in from the outside, and the ball just rolled to my mother's feet. Look at the ball, Xing Lei! Mother suddenly shouted like this. I looked up and saw that my mother had kicked the ball to my side. I can't help but pick up the ball and kick it hard. The ball flies high. I asked my mother why I was allowed to play football today. Mom said, "What's wrong with playing football as long as the homework is finished?" Since then, I have studied more consciously. I remember another time when I caught a cold and had a high fever. My mother took me to the hospital and I fell asleep in the hospital bed. When I woke up, I saw my mother, with curved eyebrows and bright eyes, smiling at me. I stretched out my arms and held my mother's hand tightly.
I cried, cried sweetly and was very happy.