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What is happiness? I often ask myself with my chin cupped.
When the weather changes, it changes. It suddenly rained heavily after school. It has been raining, and layers of rain curtains have been woven in the sky, with no intention of stopping. I was secretly worried. It was over. I didn't bring my umbrella and didn't tell my mother to pick me up. what can I do?
A cool breeze blew and I had a deep cold war. The next thing I know, I'm soaking wet. This is a big event! I hold my schoolbag, put on my school uniform, and am ready to rush home regardless.
Suddenly, a big umbrella covered me. I looked up, ah, it was mom. She stood in the rain with an umbrella and looked at me with a smile.
Along the way, my mother held an umbrella alone, just like holding up a rainy sky. I snuggled up to my mother like a bird, and my mother and I chattered. When I got home, I suddenly found my mother's back soaked. It turned out that the sky covered me, not my mother herself.
What is happiness? Happiness is that my mother is by my side, and that is my happiness!