Mother

Everyone has a mother. He, she, you and me, all of us have our own mother. I believe all mothers in this world are different from each other in many aspects but they definitely have one thing in common. They have different looks, different personalities, different ways of thinking and so on but one thing is for sure - they love their children very much. I can see the burn marks and scars on her hands. The red patches are formed when her hands get in contact with sprinkles of hot oil during cooking. Yet, she does not mind getting injuries as long as her darlings can have wonderful meals. "Remember to eat, my dear. No matter how, you must eat or else you will get gastric again. Please, do not make me worry about you." I can always hear this in a familiar voice no matter where I am. Even if I am far away from home, she will give me a ring and remind me. How lovely, I have a sniff of the freshly washed pillow case. The smell makes me feel warm and safe, and I always associate it with her. I longed for going home. At home, I can have the specially made barley and ginkgo soup. I can taste the sweetness and happiness where I can hardly find it from anywhere else. Now that I am so far away from her that I feel so lonely and I miss her so much. I have finally realised that I have took her for granted and I have never tell her how much I need her in my life and how much I love her. Maybe I do not have to because she has already known this deep down in her heart. Maybe she does not even mind whether I tell her that or not because she will always love me no matter what happens. She is the moon that revolves around the earth all year long. My mother is the guardian angel that will always be with me.