When I was a little girl, my dream was that one day I would leave the hometown and go far away, which was one of my motivities to go to university.Then I could never meet my mother any more, and I would not continue standing her thrashing.
I liked staying at school from my childhood, because there was no thrashing and scolding only encouragement and happiness. Although sometimes I felt lonely, it was much blessedness. I did not worry about the thrashing and scolding again, when my words was not very appropriate. I enjoyed the freedom at school. I was enrolled by a school in Urumchi after finishing the junior middle school, and I was so excited, because it took about 10 hours' train to get there. I went back home twice every year, the summer holiday and winter holiday. The life was a little tough at school, but it was peaceful, and I always satisfied it very much.
I was luckily enrolled by SDU, and it would take about 3 days on the way home. I found various excuses to refuse to go home during the vacations, and I only went back home twice(about 20 days in total) during 3 years. Even I did not rap to my mother last month, when she did not talk to me forwardly on telephone. But when I heard that she was sick, I immersed into self-accusation, and I can not help crying. The scenes, making the shoes for me, encouraging me to do better when I got good mark and so on, appeared in my mind. She so love me. She was such a great mother as others’. Only shortcoming was that she inherited a bad temper.
She left hospital several days ago, and she expected me to give a call to her doctor, and I made it. After I got through the telephone, she told me that my mother was sometimes exceeding melancholy. She said that once my mother cried sadly one night awaking the nurses, and her fluctuant mood was bad for her health and hoped me to often telephone her.
Then I recollected many things, and she sometimes can not help immersing into melancholy and then lost her temper from I had the memory. Suddenly I took a tumble that why I should comfort her every time on the telephone, but others reversely. She is so fragile originally. I have the responsibility to protect her and take care of her well. What I could do now was that I should work hard and care myself well and telephone her frequently. I love you, mom, and I hope you have a good health. I will take my own style to be a good daughter.
