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@Gaumatyuki@

In my family, the person I love most is my mother. My mother loves me very much. When I was sick, my mother always encouraged me to take care of and take care of every pill, eat every spoon of porridge, lose food and sleep every day because I have to take care of me.
This year my mother is over thirty years old. When I was sick, my mother's eyes were black and dark, and they were filled with tenderness. Mother's hair is always smooth but her hair is getting tangled, tied up at the back. My mother worries about me but she forgets me. She is not very tall, her figure is small and wrinkly. She often wipes her body with wet towels to cool her down. Many times, I went to the hospital, my mother cried, her tears were sobbing for fear that she would not recover. Then she sings to me, her voice hums like a bell pouring in a temple so that I can stabilize my spirit. My mother fed porridge to feed me, I ate every spoon like when I was little. When I ate almost the cup of porridge I was very happy. Then my mother gave me medicine. Mother's skin is tanned, her face is pale, she always encourages me to get well and then goes to school with my friends. Mom worried about me so much that her sweat soaked the nightgown. 
I will study well so that I can earn a lot of money in the future so that my mother will not have to work hard again. I love you so much, mom!