In the later days, I seldom talked to my mother because she didn't love me at all. It was not until that day that I realized that I had wronged my mother. It turns out that she loves me, and I am more important to her than anyone else.
That afternoon, I sat in the living room watching TV. Suddenly, a great force pushed me into my mother's room and approached my desk. On the table, I saw a note ―― it's my mother's! Curiosity prompted me to open it, and the words "daughter's growth process" came into view on the title page. The pages kept turning, and it turned out to be a diary written by the mother to her daughter. %26nbsp
Since I was just pregnant, my young mother wrote down a mother's hard work for a new life in loving ink: the first illness was like a burning mood; The first time I called it "mom", it was the joy of being a mother at first; Standing for the first time; Show your teeth for the first time ... Every daughter's first time touches her mother's heart, and her mother tries her best to teach her daughter how to stand on her own feet and how to treat everything with a normal heart.