“My sweet, you are always the best to us no matter when and where.”

    Gone are the days when my mother could be with me every day. Today, I am already a college student and I should learn to be independent. However, as time goes by, I truly understand my mother and her special love for me.

    When I was younger, I always thought that my mother was not educated enough and was not elegant enough. Thus, I felt ashamed of her behavior. What’s worse, after my sister was born, I even thought that my mother preferred to my sister and did not care about me anymore. Therefore, during that time, I became rebellious and made some mistakes on purpose in order to annoy my mother.

    Things changed when I saw my mother sob three times.

    One day, my father hit me on the back because I refused to get up to go to the temple. It was the first time that my father hit me and I was so sad. That day, when I went back home, I saw my mother sitting on my bed. She sobbed and told me, “Your dad was not angry on purpose, he loves you so much. Do not be angry with him and we just want you two to be happy and healthy.” It was the first time that I saw my mother cry and it began to melt the coldness in my heart.

    At a parents’ meeting, I was chosen to read a letter to my parents in front of everyone. I wrote the letter and when I was reading it I could not help crying because I loved my parents so much and also their love for me was so priceless. Finally, when I lifted my head I saw my mother crying, but she smiled at me. At that moment, I felt proud that I was the daughter of my mother.

    Sometimes my parents would quarrel, but I knew that there was no need to worry about it too much. However, one night, when I stepped into my mother’s room I found that she was crying. Then my sister and I came to my mother and patted her on the back silently.

    Suddenly, my mother said, “My sweet daughters, you are my only hope and I just wish that you two understand my love. When I become older, I hope I can see you are good enough.” At that moment, I felt that my mother needed me and she also needed her daughters’ love and understanding.

    This woman is not a beauty, a scholar or rich, but I love her, respect her and cherish her so much just because she’s my beloved mother.