"Angel, I want a chance to go to the playground with my family." Yang Sumei sent a request to the angel.

In her memory, her parents had never taken her and her brother to play. Usually when she comes home from school and finishes her homework, she will help Wang Cuihua wash vegetables and wash dishes, and it is already late when she is done, and her father is tired all day and just wants to rest quickly, so Yang Sumei dreams that one day her parents will not have to work, and the whole family can go to a playground to play.

When Yang Sumei opened her eyes again, she found that it was not yet dawn, she got up quietly, and saw that her parents were still asleep, so she took the family's change of clothes outside the door to wash them. When she was a child, she also washed Yang Tiezhu's clothes, and also complained that his clothes were too dirty and smelly, she never knew what the white particles on her father's vest were, and when she grew up, she knew that it was a salt stain after the sweat dried, which showed how much sweat she had shed and how much suffering she had suffered.

At this time, it was late autumn, the water was cool, Wang Cuihua was reluctant to boil hot water, always used cold water to wash clothes, wash vegetables or something, and later got rheumatism. Yang Sumei looked at her frozen red hands, and tears couldn't help but fall. Sometimes I complain that my parents can't give me as much as other people's parents, but they don't know that they have done their best. What they give you may not be what you want, but they are the best.

After that, Yang Sumei made breakfast for the family and woke them up. When they tasted the food she cooked, they praised it again and again, it was incredible, they were only elementary school students, and the food they cooked was so delicious.

"I learned from my mother's usual cooking, and I think my mother's cooking is the best." Yang Sumei said modestly.

You must know that she has been cooking for decades, and of course her cooking skills are not a problem. When she saw the family eating their meals cleanly, the feeling was not to mention how satisfying.

"Let's go to the playground today, Sunday!" Yang Sumei said while cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.

Yang Tiezhu and Wang Cuihua originally wanted to say that they still had to work today, but they found that the unfinished high-rise buildings nearby were gone, and even the construction workers who could be seen everywhere on weekdays were gone.

When they arrived at the playground, they found that there were no other tourists except for the staff with cartoon masks, so they didn't have to queue up and could play as much as they wanted. There are their laughter and laughter everywhere, Yang Sumei really hopes that time will stay at this moment forever, and an ordinary and happy life with her family is the greatest happiness.

Back home, Yang Sumei brought a large basin of foot-washing water to wash the feet of Yang Tiezhu and Wang Cuihua. The two of them were a little embarrassed at first, but agreed due to Yang Sumei's repeated insistence. She had never washed their feet, and only then did she realize how thick the calluses and scars of her parents' feet were.

"Mom and Dad, you've worked hard!" Yang Sumei, who knelt on the ground to wash the feet of the two people, choked up.

Yang Sumei looked up and found that her parents were also in tears like herself.

"Mom and Dad, I love you!" Yang Sumei finally shouted out what she wanted to say most in her heart. I love you, and I miss you so much, you died when I was still a minor, and I didn't buy you anything in return, only to wash your two feet once to express my gratitude.