<strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Zhu
<strong>Age:</strong> 17
<strong>Grade:</strong> 11
<strong>School:</strong> Agape Christian School
<strong>Mom’s Name:</strong> Mrs. Zhu
People in the world have different thoughts about their mother. Some people think that their mother is narrow-minded, some people think that their mother is useless, and some people think that their mother does not love them. But there are some people who think that a mother’s love is selfless and cannot be bought with money. I think my mother is not selfish at all. My mother strongly supports my studies. At any time, as long as it is about learning and education, my mother will buy it for me without thinking. Of course, my mother will weigh it and won’t buy me too many. All in all, my mother cares much about my study. I remember when I was in kindergarten, I hoped that my mother would buy me some spinning tops. Once I asked my mother if she could buy some spinning tops for me, my mother would happily say: I will buy them for you tomorrow. So, I always looked forward to tomorrow coming soon. I was excited all night, and finally the next day came, and I happily attended every class. Finally, school is over. I was playing with a classmate on the trampoline on campus, waiting for my mother to pick me up. I was having a good time and then I heard a sound saying: Hi, Gao Bo is gone. When I saw it, it was my mother! Let’s go, let’s go, I’m already thinking about spinning tops. My mother took me to the store by bike, but we didn’t know that heavy rain was coming. We arrived at our destination smoothly all the way. I got off the bike and went to the store, and my mother told me that I could buy two small spinning tops, so I picked and picked and finally chose two of my favorite handsome tops. We paid and packed the spinning top in our bag and headed back. Just after walking a few steps, a strong wind suddenly blew up, followed by heavy rain. At this time, my mother took out the poncho from the bike basket and put the poncho on me, regardless of our mother and I, and started to ride. Running home, the poncho was blown up by the wind again and again on the road, and my mother covered me from the rain again and again. At this time, my mother’s hat was blown away by the wind, and she picked it up regardless. I couldn’t help but shed tears one after another. Although it has been several years, it has always been engraved in my heart. Whenever I think of it, I just say it silently in my heart: Mom, I love you!
