The night was quiet, with moonlight shimmering like water. I propped my head
on my hand, unable to fall asleep no matter how hard I tried.
It was the first time I had an argument with my mom today, and it all
started with that ridiculous TV. I used to be a well-behaved child, always
obeying my parents without question. What happened today? Unbeknownst to me,
I slowly drifted into dreamland.
The next day, was that really me in the mirror? Such a haggard face, heavy
dark circles under my eyes, resembling a "panda." Tears welled up in my eyes
as I silently cursed my mom. Suddenly, a familiar scene came to mind—my mom
once had the same exhausted face as me.
I remember back then, I had performed poorly on an exam and returned home
feeling dejected. As I entered the door, a warm meal awaited me. Tears fell
from my eyes like broken pearls as I dropped my school bag heavily on the
sofa and retreated to my bedroom. Seeing my state, my mom hurriedly came
over and asked with concern, "What's wrong? What happened?" "I did poorly on
the exam," I replied weakly, sitting on the bed like a deflated ball. "Was
it because you were careless or was the exam too difficult?" "It was too
difficult," I responded with little energy. "Give me the test paper." I
cautiously handed her the exam paper. As my mom saw the red marks on it, she
furrowed her brows but didn't say a word. She turned and walked away. Soon,
I heard the sound of the door slamming shut, and suddenly, the previous
tranquility returned. Twenty minutes passed, forty minutes, an hour. My mom
finally returned, drenched in sweat. Without a word, she forcefully pulled
me up from the bed and brought me to the coffee table, patiently explaining
the mistakes on the test paper.
"Mom, go eat something. I'll look at it myself," the previous anguish had
long dissipated, replaced only by gratitude and touched emotions towards my
mom. "It's okay. I'll eat when you understand it." Unbeknownst to us, the
clock struck nine, and my mom still hadn't eaten. Everything outside was so
quiet, so peaceful—it seemed like the only sounds were the voices of a
mother and daughter in the room. The next morning, I got up as usual to
prepare for school. On the table was a hearty breakfast prepared by my mom.
I sneakily glanced at her, her face filled with exhaustion.
Quietly, I entered my mom's room and looked at her peacefully sleeping. She
still looked haggard, so pale. The icy barrier within me had already melted
away. I leaned close to my mom's ear and whispered, "I'm sorry, Mom. I
apologize for what happened yesterday." My mom's body twitched slightly, as
if she had heard my apology. I then quietly left her room.
That's life—filled with pain and bitterness, but above all, love. Let us use
eyes that are skilled at discovering beauty and love to experience the
world! |
