After graduation, I travel alone with my mother and not with my mother to enhance my feelings.

My mother and I are natural enemies. It is said that my daughter is my father's little lover, and my mother and I are rivals in love. My mother prefers boys to girls, but after giving birth to me, she can't continue to have children because of physical reasons. So as long as I have a daughter, she is not very kind to me, and she often beats and scolds me severely. Only my father is gentle with me, and I always feel that my mother doesn't love me. But later I learned that I was all wet, just because my mother couldn't express her feelings. She was very kind to me.

In high school, I had a big fight with my mother because of living on campus. From then on, my mother and I started a cold war. For three years in high school, I was busy with my studies and seldom went home, so the cold war between my mother and me was easier. For three years, my mother and I haven't said a word. My father knows how to arrange my food, clothing, housing and transportation. When I graduated, my father arranged a trip for us to ease the relationship between my mother and me and let me go out alone with my mother. After the trip, I went out alone.

It was awkward to travel alone with my mother at first. We both sat in the car and didn't talk. My mother talks to me occasionally, but the atmosphere is still not harmonious at all. But gradually, I found that my mother knew all my habits. She knew that I was a neat freak, so she brought disposable travel goods, knew what I liked to eat, knew the classics I had been longing for, and even knew what brand of toothpaste I used to use. When I noticed this, I knew that my mother had been watching me silently.

When traveling, I also found that my mother's photography skills are particularly good. One night, I didn't fall asleep, and suddenly I found my mother looking at her mobile phone. I quietly opened my eyes and found that she was still learning how to take pictures, planning the next day's trip and looking for something I like to eat. Only then did I know how fragile her love for me was. That night, I hugged my mother and gently said good night to her, so we cleared the air.