My MotherShe’s my mother——just an ordinary woman in her forties.
I can’t remember her age clearly.
Maybe you will think that I’m not a good son.
But we just keep doing our own things and enjoy own life——a single and happy life.
She looks not tall but always s make me feel that I nan never reach her.
When I was quite young she was already very strict with me.
If I did something good she just said “all right.
Do what you have to do next then.
” If I did something a little bad she’d be greatly angry and shouted at me.
As the time went on she became even “worse”.
I think that can be called bad.
Whatever I’m interested in is not allowed to do and whatever I hate has to be done a lot.
So that my mother and I are always complaining about the marks I get in the exams the time I spend in playing and things I buy which have nothing to do with my studies.
She never lets me do the washing and cleaning for she just tells me to study hard.
I haven’t got enough pratise.
So I’m weak at looking afering myself.
When I was quite young she was already very strict with me.
If I did something good she just said “all right.
Do what you have to do next then.
” If I did something a little bad she’d be greatly angry and shouted at me.
As the time went on she became even “worse”.
I think that can be called bad.
Whatever I’m interested in is not allowed to do and whatever I hate has to be done a lot.
So that my mother and I are always complaining about the marks I get in the exams the time I spend in playing and things I buy which have nothing to do with my studies.
She never lets me do the washing and cleaning for she just tells me to study hard.
I haven’t got enough pratise.
So I’m weak at looking afering myself.
When I am alone I’m always morrying about myself — I don’t know how to wash my clothes; I don’t know how to buy the best htings at a low prece and I don’t know many many things.
I just hope that she won’t regard me a little child any longer and let me do what I want to do.
I know you love me Mum but now I’m a grown-up.
I love you too forever.
When I am alone I’m always morrying about myself — I don’t know how to wash my clothes; I don’t know how to buy the best htings at a low prece and I don’t know many many things.
I just hope that she won’t regard me a little child any longer and let me do what I want to do.
I know you love me Mum but now I’m a grown-up.
I love you too Forever.