Everyone likes her mother. But my mother in my little time left me. Therefore, I hate her. Two months ago, she came back again, but I hate her.
A great big a rain, I forgot to bring my umbrella. Intend to run home. On the road, I saw my classmates have parents to meet. Very happy. Watching them with smile, when I can so happy. At this moment, a middle-aged woman in my sight. She walked a few steps is falling. I see, her hand tightly with a dry clothes. It is my mother, and tears, in the rain.
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