Time is like running water, slipping through the fingers unconsciously
One morning, because we forgot to set the alarm clock, our family got up late. Those who went to work were eager to go to work and those who went to school were eager to go to school. There was no time to make breakfast, so my mother found only three things from the refrigerator: Chocolate bun, fried dough sticks and meat buns.
It's time to divide the spoils. Make sure you get chocolate buns! It's been salivating for a long time. I thought. But everyone loves chocolate bread, and I thought Just when I hesitated, my father first said: "I eat fried dough sticks!" he said, he picked up the fried dough sticks and ate them Eh Didn't dad always dislike oil?
Only my mother and I were left. Without saying a word, my mother picked up the bun and handed me the chocolate bread: "I like this one. This is yours." I took the bread blankly. How could my mother take steamed buns? She didn't like to eat steamed buns. I opened my mouth and took a big bite of chocolate bread. Ah, it's delicious. I looked back at my mother and saw her frowning and eating.
While eating delicious bread, I thought and recalled the past bit by bit. Ah! I see. The reason why my parents took the things they didn't like to eat was that they wanted to leave all my favorite chocolate bread to me, and my eyes gradually became moist. I remember that in order to make me happy, my mother bought me delicious food in the rain; for my study, my father took the trouble to give me lectures again and again But I am always not satisfied, ask them for more, often because of a small matter and they get angry. Thinking of this, my tears fell like a broken bead. How selfish I am!
Mother saw me cry, very surprised, ran to ask, "what's the matter, baby.". "Nothing. I bit my tongue by accident."
At that moment, I felt the taste of growing up.