Mom, I believe it is the most beautiful word in most people's memory, thinking that mom is warm, and it is not an exaggeration to think that the place where there is a mother is home.

But for me, this word is not beautiful at all. I have the impression that my mother was beaten when I was a child, I was very naughty, very active, always causing a little trouble, when my milk beat me, she would say, no one wants you, you are so naughty, so disobedient, your mother doesn't want you... The next thing is to complain about my mother, this is not good, that is not good, I actually didn't have much reaction to it, first of all, I said that my milk, no one is perfect, she has no obligation to support me, but the fact is that she raised me as an adult, what about my mother, because the bad things are divorced reasons or something, this reason my parents and my parents are all insistent, I don't want to be a referee, I haven't been in contact with them or have lived together for a long time, it is definitely impossible to say that they are good, so you two don't raise daughters?

If it's not good, I don't have the right to judge, I can only express my preferences for both of them, well, I don't like either of them.

I didn't know what my mother looked like since I was a child, but she was said to be very beautiful. If I remember correctly, it was the second grade or the third grade, and a person who claimed to be my little uncle brought me a set of white and purple little dresses on Children's Day, saying that it was a gift from my mother.

I was a little strange when I received the clothes, because I didn't know what my mother looked like, and I didn't have any contact, and I took the clothes home with a big heart, and told my milk, and I forgot [expression] [expression] [expression] I really didn't remember what it was like at that time, and then I heard that my mother sold live chickens at my bazaar here on the weekend, and my grandmother took me to see it, to be honest, I was a little happy when I just knew that she was my mother, because she was beautiful, really beautiful, and her figure was also very good in today's words.

After seeing it, my father said that it was your mother, go and call her, I went in fear, called my mother, said I am Qianqian, my mother is very polite, her sons are 3.4 years old, she took me and his son to eat mutton skewers, at that time it seemed to be a string of money, I don't remember clearly, but I remember that I ate 10 strings for the first time [expression] The child is hungry for food or I can't help it, just remember this, after eating it seems to have left without saying anything, and then every weekend my father takes me to the bazaar, If my mother is here, let me go, and if I am not there, I will go home, I am simply thinking about having meat to eat, I guess my father wanted to see if my mother wanted me at that time!

Later, my mother didn't go to the bazaar, and after inquiring about it, she said that she had done a big job, and she had set up a chicken farm, raising chickens, rabbits, pigs, and greenhouses, in short, it was quite cowhide.

I also opened a store in their regimental headquarters, there are shops, dry cleaners, and a small restaurant, I don't talk nonsense, my mother is engaged in these people to help, usually not busy, but only busy on weekends.

On weekends, my aunt, aunt, my uncle, uncle, and grandma all went to help her, and the chickens were all in the field, and my grandfather was busy in the field, and my mother was just a head, and arranged for them to divide the labor, like my aunt, who helped iron and get clothes in the dry cleaners, and my aunt looked at the store, and my mother herself stayed longer in the restaurant to eat, and ran around the rest of the time.