I got an 800-word composition about fever?

Immersed in loneliness all day, I feel that I can't get the care of my family, so I get the care of my composition. One day, I watched TV silently at home. Knock, knock, knock at the door. who is it? I quickly opened the door and saw that my mother had come back. I rushed up and hugged my mother's arm, but my mother pushed me away with one hand and said anxiously, son, my mother is not ignoring you, but she is too busy! Then my mother went to the house to get something, and left without me. In the evening, I waited for my mother to come back and cook for me, but my mother said to me in a hurry, son, take this twenty dollars and buy some food yourself. My mother was forced to do so. I said angrily, Mom, I can see that you want me to eat by myself. You are only busy, nothing else. You left me at home all day. Have you considered my feelings? I'll never talk to you again! Hum! I am very angry. The next day, my mother came back quietly. She is busy cooking and washing clothes for me. I saw it, and my heart was warm. I said to my mother, mom, I'm so glad that you know you care about me. For me, it is a pleasure to be taken care of by my parents. What a wonderful life this is! Since then, I have been concerned by my mother. I have been taken care of countless times since I was born. But looking back at these people who care about me, I should thank my grandfather most. When I was very young, I was often ill. My mother often takes me to the hospital. Doctors always check first, then prescribe medicine, and finally give me an infusion bag. This time is no exception. The doctor said to his mother, don't worry, just a few injections. Mom was busy with her work, so she had to leave it to grandpa. In order to accompany me for an injection, grandpa rides a tricycle to the Phoenix Community to pick me up for an injection every morning. I am very grateful to my grandfather for his concern for me. From kindergarten to the fourth grade of primary school, grandpa often comes to pick me up. Whether it rains or snows, grandpa will pick me up for school on time. I often think that when I grow up, I will try my best to honor my grandfather. I care about my middle school students' compositions. Care is an eternal topic. Each of us must have paid attention to someone around us while accepting the care given by others. Our lives are not independent. We all have parents, teachers and friends ... I take my father's concern for me as an example. Because my home is far from school and there is no bus to school, the heavy responsibility of sending me to school is given to my father, the backbone of the whole family. Since the beginning of school, my father has to get dressed at seven o'clock every day and send me to school. When it comes, I don't care about breakfast. Every time I pick up the goods, I will drop them off. Dad's meal is often breakfast without lunch or lunch without dinner. But I don't have enough to eat every time, not because my family is poor, but because my father is really busy. Dad often spends day after day like this. Dad not only cares about me in life, but also pays close attention to me in study. My math scores have been very poor. Dad made a lot of efforts for my math scores. Even if I make mistakes in math problems again and again, my father will teach me patiently again and again. He taught me to look at problems and let me know whether a number is greater than it or several times, which made me make a great breakthrough in mathematics. Dad cares more about me than himself. Every time I touch his rough hands, my nose is a little sour. I know my father did it for me, and I will study hard and repay you with excellent results-Dad.