International Women's Day is coming, in order to allow our mother to live a happy day, the teacher arranged a special job - for the mother feet.
Finally, that day arrives. "Mom! You come here!" I loudly cried the mother. "Ah!" Mother-friendly answer came. "What?" "Ah! Nothing, you sit here!" Mother with the doubts of the heart on the bench. I fetched a basin of hot water, gently on the ground, "Mommy, I wish you a Women's Day! To your feet!" I said with a smile. The mother smiled. I gently took off his mother's shoes and socks, the mother's feet soaked in water, at this moment, I was surprised to find the mother feet thick cocoon and onychomycosis, the hearts of a painful episodes. I remember one time. I'm at home doing their homework, the mother outside the office things, if it is before the mother has long back, how also did not go home? Speak of the devil. I ran hastily to ask: "Mom, you so late to go home!" It's hot, I'm afraid you're hot, I save the fare, hurry back, look at your ice cream. "When I was small what do not want to pick up ice cream eat. But still hear that nagging, "eat slowly, be careful of ice to the tongue!" Thought my eyes could not help but fall a tear, then I helped my mother to wipe your feet, I just do not care to gently twist the feet of the mother. The mother actually said pain.
This is a special job, I have strong feelings, the mother of my meticulous care, I can never repay can not.