There is a woman around us who has chosen the most difficult profession on earth.

She must always kiss us and urge us to go home early.
She must worry about whether we have enough nutrition outside.
When we make a mistake, she must tell us right and wrong.
She must give us what we think is the best.
She must be able to make a good table to fill our stomachs.
She has lived there for a long time, almost all year round.
She has no salary, but she is still perfect.

Sometimes I think she is very proficient, proficient in everything.
Sometimes I think she is the landlord, renting me a cramped space for ten months for free.
Sometimes I think she is a mountain and will always be the strongest backing for the whole family.
"I heard that God cannot be everywhere, so I created a mother."
She has passed half of her youth, her hair is white, her eyes drooping,
In our opinion, we are still striving to be omnipotent mothers.

In this festival that belongs to her, go back to accompany her and hug her. It is never too late to express love.