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"Mom! I am back home! Our summer holiday starts! See, I have borrowed so many books form the library! Oops! They are as heavy as a bear!" Huh? So quiet? "Mom? I am back! Your lovely daughter is home! Mom? My lady?"
"Oh, my kid is back? Welcome back!"
"What were you doing just now?"
"Not much, just tidying the room."
"Ah, my lady, you are always so laborious!"
"Oh my kid, are you hungry?"
"Yes! I am starving!"
"Poor poppet, let me cook your favorite food, just wait a moment!"
"Thanks, my lady!"
As I went into my room, I found it was brand new, all things were in order! I laid down all the books I borrowed. Long time no see, my hole! I threw myself onto my clean bed, wow, still so soft! "I am back, buddy! Are you happy?" I said to Mr. Spongebob, my loyal friend. Suddenly a blue photo album on my desk ran into my vision. With curiosity, I paced to the desk, and opened the album.
"Mom, whose photo album is it on my desk?" I was scanning the photos while talking to mom.
"What, kid?"
"There is a strange photo album on my desk"
Mom popped her head out of the kitchen and asked my pardon. As I told her my question, she smiled and answered me "Hehehe! It is yours!"
"Mine? How come? I don't know the little girl in the pictures at all!"
"Yes, those are little you before you went to the kindergarten."
"Oh, oh, oh, my gosh! How strange!" Mom kept cooking, and I started to study "little me". Hahaha, I suddenly felt myself a giant compared to the girl in the photos. "she" looks delicious, I mean she is very huggable and adorable. Little hands, little feet, little mouth...the whole she is so little except for her eyes.
"Mom, is that young lady in the photo you?"
"Yes!"
"Wow, mom, you were a big beauty then!"
"Oh, your lady is becoming old."
Something suddenly hit my heart. Before I figured it out, my intuition had already led me to the kitchen. "Let me help you, my beautiful lady!"
"Oh, no need, my kid, just have a rest and wait for a while."
Watching mom busy with her cooking as a bee, I noticed some grey hair on her head and some wrinkles on her face. How careless I have been! When did the grey hair grow out? When did the wrinkles climb up her face? Who took away her youth? How cruel time! Hmmm, no, maybe it's me who makes mom get old, she devotes all her love on me, I am the real initiator of evil! Tears came out of my eyes quietly, and dripped on the floor, pitter patter...
"What's up kid? Why do you cry? Who bullied you? Tell mom!" She said this in a worried and soft voice.
"I am ok, no one has bullied your daughter. Mom~" And then I felt like crying out, but I withheld it. "It was Mr. Hunger who bullied me!"
"Oh, my bad, dinner is ready! My kid, you eat first, ok?"
I anyway couldn't help crying out loud and hugged mom tightly on hearing her loving words. "Thanks... m-y... la-d-y, I...love...you!"