My mother is a tiny,kind and soft-spoken woman of 45. Yes, only 45.It 's young,right? The black big eyes glitter on her sweet face as if the stars shines on the sky. She loves singing,dancing and tells joking.She is my dear mother and my intimate friend as well. I even hope that she would be youth for ever. The things always happened out of your imagination.They would break your ideal and not sorry for you. Once I discovered that a grey hair hide in my dear mother's black long hair. I knew I failed. She would older day after day. The more I though of that ,The more I was scare. They said ,kids' idea are seen wholely under mothers eyes. Sure enough,She know what I think about her grey hair. "Dear, you're so depressed.Cheer up!" said mother. "No, I cann't." I sorrowed," I need you ,need you be here along with me." "Of course." mother replied as her hand surrounded my shoulder," I surely walk with you side by side, even I couldn't move." "How would you do it when you are motionless. You are cheating me." said I with a litte incredulity. "Oh,no.Dear,I am not cheating you.listen,I hope I would always walk with you side by side,regardless of I am seventy.I know it's hard to me if I alone. So,dear,I need you ,too.I need your hands."mother smlied at me with something in her eyes. And then, I felt something stirred my heart. "You said the truth ,mom. I am your only son, and I grew up now.From now on ,I am your shoulder." said I childlish. "Come on, baby. You are great."mother was delight.
That is my memories of my dear mother, and the fact is that she is motionless now. our conversation came true. one month after the conversation, the acciedent was happen. she isn't seventy,but the real is that she is motionless and needs my hands. So ,how do you think? you couldn't feel the way I feel,for you aren't me.But you have a monther as well.
