I can't take the child anymore, because once, because I was thinking about things and couldn't concentrate, I didn't look at it and let the child fall, although it wasn't serious, but the child cried with a wow.

The child's cry woke me up from my painful thoughts. I quickly picked up the child and coaxed it, but fortunately, the child was soon healed.

The child's grandmother was cooking in the kitchen every day, and when she heard the child's crying, she quickly ran into the house and asked very nervously, "What's wrong?" What's up, baby. ”

I didn't hide it and said to her, "I accidentally fell and cried." ”

After the child's grandmother listened to what I said, I knew that she must be very distressed, but fortunately, she saw that the child stopped crying, and she didn't say anything to me, but just walked up to the child and said to the child: "Baby, does it hurt?" Let grandma take a look. As he spoke, he took the child and patted it, and gently comforted the child for a while. Then he put it in my hands again and went to the kitchen to get busy.

Such a thing is a great sin for me. Because no matter what I do, I have very high requirements for myself. Letting a child fall is a serious dereliction of duty as a childcare teacher. Although it was just a fall, it didn't matter, maybe in the eyes of others, it was just a trivial matter, after all, how could a child not fall. However, I have always had a strong sense of responsibility, and I would never allow myself to make such a mistake.

After this happened, I stopped thinking about it. Cheer up and never dare to be negligent again. When I got home, the more I thought about it, the more scared I became. Today was lucky, the child just fell on the bed, and if the child fell from the bed to the floor in the gap between my distractions, the consequences would be unimaginable. There used to be a childcare teacher in our company, when she was taking care of the children at home, her brother called and told her that her husband who stayed in his hometown had lost a lot of money in gambling, not only lost all the money in her family, but also borrowed a lot of foreign debts. Let her hurry back to her hometown, or call and ask.

When the aunt heard her brother's words, she was also angry and sad, and at this time the child began to cry. She coaxed for a while, but the child was still crying, so she threw the child on the bed a little impatiently, but the bed was actually very soft. She didn't throw it hard, but put the child there as if she was angry, but accidentally, the child's head hit the head of the bed. She hurriedly picked up the child and coaxed it.

The child just cried twice and stopped crying, she looked at the child and saw that there was no injury anywhere, so she didn't take it seriously, and when she saw that the child was also asleep, she thought it was okay. However, when the child's parents returned, the child was still asleep, and as a result, he was sent to the hospital, and the child was not asleep, but unconscious. hit the head, because she did not call the parents in time and missed the golden rescue time, the child died. The child's mother is crazy, and the aunt is also in jail.

We don't know if it's true or not, but we just said that it happened two years ago. Because we are new trainees, of course no one has ever seen this aunt.

But I don't think the teacher is an alarmist. Something like this should be real. When the teacher told us about this, of course, he also wanted to tell us that we must be very careful when watching the children at home, so as not to have any accidents.

When I think of what the teacher said, and what happened to me, I can't take care of my children anymore. There are so many things on my mind that I consider immoral to do this profession now. Because I'm afraid that I'll have another time when I can't concentrate, something like that will happen again, and I'm also in a problem with my mental state now. Often in the dead of night, when I can't sleep, I have suicidal thoughts.

I even fantasized that if I left, I would be able to see my parents, I would be able to see them in another world, and we would be together, how happy I would be then!

When my mother died, I could dream about my mother almost every day, and every time I dreamed of my mother, when I woke up in the morning, I remembered the scene in the dream as if it were real, so I even looked forward to falling asleep earlier so that I could see my mother in my dreams.

Later, the number of times I dreamed about my mother decreased little by little, but I still dreamed often. But it wasn't until my father died that I realized that I could hardly dream of my mother, whether my parents were reunited, and my mother didn't have time to come into my dreams.

I have very few dreams of my father. Although I miss him no less than I miss my mother.

On this day, after I got off work, I cleaned up early and went to bed, and I couldn't sleep, so I used my old method again. That's counting sheep. I was fantasizing about a blue sky, a few white clouds, and a green prairie below. A group of white sheep on the grassland were eating grass with their heads bowed, and then a shepherdessman was sitting leisurely on the grass, counting the sheep one by one, one sheep, two sheep, and three sheep. That's how I fell asleep again and again while counting the sheep.

I was counting the sheep in a daze, when I suddenly saw my mother walking across from me, and I was delighted and called "Mom, Mom." As he screamed, he ran to his mother, trying to run in front of her. But no matter how much I ran, I couldn't run in front of my mother. My mother has always been so far away from me.

I stood in front of my mother and said to her, "Mom, where have you been?" Why haven't I seen you in a long time? ”

"Where can I go? I didn't go anywhere, I just stayed at home. Isn't this coming to see you? Old girl, how are you doing? ”

"I'm having a bad day, I miss your mom." As he spoke, he walked in front of my mother again, and my mother looked at me lovingly, but I just couldn't get close to her. So I desperately walked in front of my mother. But my mother was getting farther and farther away from me, and little by little she disappeared in front of me. So I started yelling, "Mom, Mom." "But no matter what I called, my mother kept moving farther and farther away from me until she disappeared from my vision.

I woke up crying again, such dreams used to be played out often, but this was the first time I had dreamed of my mother since my father died.

At this time I realized that my pillow had been wet with my tears. I'm still in tears. But when I think back to my mother's dream, she looked at me lovingly, and my heart was very happy and warm, and I finally saw my mother again.

I looked at the time, and it was already early in the morning. And I was shocked to find that it was actually August 15, it seems that this is my mother missing me, she came to see me. My mother has always been a kind person, so I thought, she must be doing well over there, and she knows that I have been thinking about her, so she came to see me. This girl did not fulfill her filial piety in front of her, but she still thought about my daughter. When she called me in her dreams, she was still so kind and kind.