I am your little alarm clock,
When you are tired and need a rest,
I cry beside you on time.
Grow up,
I envy you,
When you take care of your brothers and sisters,
I often hide and envy.
Later,
I am a helper in your life,
When you go to work in the company,
I can help cook at home.
As an adult,
I am your little cotton-padded jacket,
When you are retired and lonely,
I'll walk and chat with you.
In recent years,
I'm your hearing aid,
When you don't understand,
Let me explain something to you.
So far,
I am your crutch,
When you go out,
I will hold your hand and cross the road.
Postscript-Mom's ears have become more and more deaf recently. Every time we make a phone call, our mother and daughter often say our own words. It seems that hearing each other's voice is enough. Who cares what the other person is saying? Sometimes the person next to her has to translate what I say. When she came to my house last year, she said that she was homesick. She doesn't understand what she missed at home. Her father's death deprived her of her auxiliary ear.