Mom is the most familiar pronoun for us. This pronoun is not an ordinary nickname. It is the person who worked hard to give birth to and raise us - Mom

Me My mother is of medium build, with short hair, big eyes, and a small cherry mouth. My mother is very busy at work and often has to go to work at night and come home very late. However, my mother cares about me very much and has strict requirements on me.

I remember when I was in first grade. Once, the weather was relatively cold and I wore very few clothes to go to school. In school, I was shivering from the cold and my feet kept shaking. At that time, I really wanted to tell the teacher that I was cold, but I didn't dare to do so - I was very timid at that time. I had no choice but to stay up until I got home from school in the afternoon.

When I got home, I felt cold all over my body and warm on my forehead. I thought it would be fine if I put on clothes, but the situation still didn't improve even after I put on clothes. I thought it would be okay after I rested for a while, but the situation didn't improve even after I rested for about 19 minutes. I was very anxious, afraid that I would be sick, and my mother didn’t come home, so what should I do?

After a while, someone knocked on the door, and I quickly ran over to open the door. It turned out to be my grandma. When she saw that I was so lethargic, she touched my forehead and said, "Ah! Why do you have a fever?" Grandma said anxiously. After finishing speaking, I quickly called my mother and asked my mother to go home, but my mother said that she had to change the test paper. After she hung up the phone, I thought my mother wouldn't come back. But a few minutes later, my mother walked up to me panting. She first touched my forehead, then without saying a word, she picked me up and ran to the hospital quickly. Grandma shouted loudly from behind, asking us to pay attention to the vehicles.

On my mother’s back, I saw crystal beads of sweat flowing down drop by drop on my mother’s forehead. I really regret wearing so few clothes to school and causing my mother to suffer. When I finally arrived at the hospital, my mother sent me to the pediatrician before she could even take a breath. After diagnosis, I needed three bottles of intravenous injections. After being told, I wrote a prescription and handed it to the nurse.

After a long time, the dialysis injection was completed. I looked at my mother and she was already asleep. I didn't want to wake her up and wanted her to rest. But my mother woke up, and she held my hand and walked out of the ward.

My mother not only cares about my health, but also supports me very much when there are activities at school and I need my mother to do anything.

I still remember that time the school was going to hold an English demonstration, and the teacher chose me to be the host. I already know the lines by heart, but I haven’t decided on the costume yet. At first, the teachers asked me to wear school uniforms to host on stage, but most teachers thought that wearing school uniforms to host at night was ineffective, so they asked me to go home and discuss with my mother to see which clothes looked better. If you really don’t have one, go to a photo studio and rent one.

After I got home from school, I told my mother everything about the clothes. After hearing this, my mother frowned and said to me: "We don't have clothes to wear when hosting. We only have casual clothes at home, and there are no clothes to wear on grand occasions. We still go to the photo studio to rent them." Clothes.

"After dinner, my mother and I went to the photo studio together