Listen to your mother and write a composition.

On Wednesday's math homework, there was a question to find the age. At the moment, I can't find this idea and equation. Finally, I was anxious. So I came to my mother for help. My mother is always enthusiastic. She is helping me solve the equation. Father also joined in the fun and said that if I didn't learn the equation well, he would help me fill in the numbers. Maybe I met him.

That problem is really difficult to do. After half an hour, I got bored. I sit on the sofa and watch TV. My parents are still thinking there, watching them write and calculate on paper, and they are very focused. Suddenly, my heart was touched by a strange feeling. In an instant, I was warm all over.

Don't my parents love me? It's time for you not to find out and not to understand. Although sometimes I feel that my parents have gone too far, in any case, they are not a problem.

I used to think that my parents didn't love me, and the generation gap between the two generations was deep, which had divided us into two parallel lines that would never intersect. Although we live together, we are unhappy and hurt each other, so there will never be an intersection. But just now I found out that I was really wrong before. Are my parents mean to me? This reminds me of many things, they are all good, they will never love me. It's been 15 years, and I can find thousands of evidences to prove that I love them. !

However, we can never see each other, because my mother was pregnant in October, because from the moment I was born, my heart was deeply connected with the hearts of these two people and will never be separated.

From the beginning, it was an intersection. We are destined to be relatives, and we are destined to love each other.

Mom and Dad, I know that your love for me is not an understatement, but an unforgettable love.

I have grown up, I know. Will be an obedient child. You can rest assured.