Our birthdays are always grand and happy. And who can remember their parents' birthdays? Who's throwing a birthday tea party for them? That time, my father and I forgot my mother's birthday, and by the time I remembered it was already the next day. My mother kept silent on her birthday, and worked hard as usual to cook and do laundry for us. I had to personally use one noon time to make a late greeting card for my mother and send it to my mother's room. When I went to her room again, I saw another scene.
Mom sat on the bed with my card in her hand, and her eyes shone strangely. Her hands trembled slightly, and she held the card tightly, her breathing seemed to become heavier. Her eyes were slightly moist, as if some wanted to cry, some sobbed, but she kept staring at it as if fascinated, her eyes were never so gentle; she carefully closed the card, kissed it a few times, and put it on the pillow solemnly Side, looked at it a few more times.
At this time, she realized that I was by the door, quietly watching this warm picture. Her face suddenly bloomed like a hundred flowers, strode to my side, hugged my head, hugged my body, and in a ecstatic voice, she happily said to me: "Thank you! Thank you! Mom is so wonderful. I'm touched... Mom will keep it forever." At this moment, a few tears flowed from Mom's eyes to my hair. However, I know that it is not sad, but excited, happy tears.
It contains the surprise of my mother receiving the greeting card and the touch of my mother's hard work for more than 20 years. On my mother's sleeve, in addition to the smell of vegetables and oil smoke, I can smell happiness at the moment. At that moment, she smiled.