Soon, I grew up, but my mother always repeated everything for me. However, I don't understand, she seems to love me too much, which has become a bondage and a worry. She has a bad temper. For various reasons, she is often angry. Sometimes there are even some inexplicable stubborn people who just resist to prove my victory. She doesn't know me very well, because I don't often talk to my mother, and everything is locked in my diary. When I grow up, buying gifts on Mother's Day has become a dispensable habit.
Last Mother's Day, a quarrel poured cold water on my enthusiasm. I want to take out my savings and give my mother a bunch of carnations. I think she will be happy. However, everything is not as sweet and warm as I thought. My mother and I started the cold war again. Looking at the money prepared in the drawer, I closed it hard.
Standing in front of the flower shop, I hesitated to buy or not. I don't know. I want to end the Cold War. To tell the truth, I'm still angry with my mother. Finally, I made a decision with a coin. I bought heads and walked tails. The coin bounced off my fingertips, jumped into the air, and then fell in the rotation. At this moment, I suddenly hoped it was a human head and suddenly longed for my mother's smiling face. Unfortunately, the coin stopped firmly on the opposite side, and I was even more at a loss. Is it really so difficult to make a decision? I asked myself. Now that the coin has made a decision, let it be resigned!
In her busy life that day, it seems that there is no such festival at all, perhaps because I have never given gifts on this day and I am used to it.
Before going to bed, there was a glass of milk on my desk, and my mother did all this silently. I suddenly felt guilty and realized my invisible harm to my mother. I suddenly blame myself for using a coin to measure my mother's love for me! Suddenly want to send a big bunch of flowers; Suddenly I really want to say something to her that has been difficult to say: "Mom, I love you very much!" " "Maybe it's hard for my daughter to talk, and so is my mother.