Sweet memories that lasts a lifetime

"Come on, honey, let's sit there on the bench for a rest." Dragging my legs one after the other, I approached the bench in the small park in our neighbourhood and sat down with a great relief. There was no one here at this hour of the day. My daughter lagged behind playing with anything she met, a falling leaf, a piece of colored paper on the ground, some odd-shaped pebbles she found...... We were on our way back from my 4 hours of classes on a Saturday morning. She is almost seven now and is in her school team of table tennis. Every Saturday she plays table tennies for a whole morning, but that seems not to tire her at all. But 4 hours of standing and teaching after two days of high fever nearly exhausted me, and I had no heart to play with her now. Her father was out on some business that day. Thinking of the cooking later on, my heart sank. "Mommy, see what I have found here...." My girl called excitedly from afar. I did not respond. So this is life, always struggling, always enduring. I lay down on the bench and closed my eyes tiredly with a sore throat and sorer legs,did not care anyone might see me, and there was no one in the park at this hour. "Mommy, are you sleeping here? " Holding a butterfly carefully with her fingers, my girl looked down at my weary face worriedly, her excitement for finding the wounded butterfly vanished from her face. Mommy in her mind never knows tireness, she is always gentle and responsive to every call of hers. I managed some sort of smile with my lips, still gave no reply. Then almost immediately I dropped into an uneasy doze. The quiet autumn sun was becoming scorching on us, I felt dizzy and unreal.And the hard surface of the stone bench under my head could hardly be said as comfortable, I turned and tossed for several times, knowing vaguely that my girl was playing nearby.Perspration was forming on my face. It seemed like an infinite span of time then I felt my face shaded by something and a gentle breeze was greeting me pleasantly. With great effort I opened my eyes, there she was, my dearest daughter, holding a piece of paper over my head with one hand and a big leaf of an unknown tree in the other fanning me gently. Her sweet round face, apple-red with the hot,was full of sympathy and worry not of her age, I could almost see her eyes nearly burst of love for her dear mommy----Such willing, unconditional and uncomplaining love.

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