I remember when I was six years old, I was still young and carefree all day. Every night, my mother takes me to play in the back garden. One night, I don't know when a small sleeping car stopped at the garden gate. The gap between the car and the garden gate was so small that my mother couldn't get through it at all. It was annoying. My mother shook her head and said to me, "Let's take a detour." I have to "shine" and want to pass through with my small body. When I didn't want to go there right away, something hooked my foot and fell down at once. My heavy body slammed on my right forearm and my right forearm was broken. The pain in my nose is like a precursor to a rainstorm, and I burst into tears. I don't know where my mother got the strength. She jumped out of the car, picked me up, jumped back to the side of the road and waved a taxi to Jishuitan Hospital.
There are so many people waiting in line in the emergency department of Jishuitan Hospital. It takes so long to register, take photos, and queue up in front of the treatment room. My right hand didn't dare to move. When I bent slightly, my right arm was like a knife. The moonlight was icy on the ground, and the hospital was as quiet as a haunted house. It was already late at night. Later, my mother called my father and uncle, and the family surrounded me and comforted me constantly. I saw my mother waiting anxiously for the nurse to call our number, and sweat was already oozing from her face.
After a long wait, it's finally time to connect my broken right forearm bone. Mother put a piece of candy in my hand to make me stronger. The doctor grabbed both sides of the fracture of my right forearm with both hands and pulled hard to both sides to align the dislocation of the fracture. The pain made me sweat and cry. At this time, the nurse simply ignored my crying and immediately clamped my right forearm with a big board and wrapped it around with gauze soaked in plaster. Only my mother coaxed me and wiped the sweat from my head.
It's finally over, and I don't cry anymore. Suddenly, I remember that my mother put the candy bar in my hand and I don't know where it went. My mother took me to the hospital gate and bought my favorite ice cream for me. My mother held me in her arms, told me the story of the Long March of the Red Army, told me the strength and courage of the Red Army, and let me learn from them. In the cold night, eating ice cream, I can't feel cold, and I am always warm, extremely warm and extremely happy. Maybe this is the warm current of my mother's love!
In the following days, my mother often cooked me all kinds of nourishing dishes, such as bone soup, chicken soup, stewed ribs and so on. Under the careful care of my mother, my right forearm recovered quickly, and I was healthy again, so I could play all kinds of games outside as usual.
Parents' love is selfless and warm. I will definitely study harder and make a contribution to society in the future, and repay my parents' love for me.