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By Yumi
If anybody asks me, ‘what is your most important thing in your life?” My answer isn’t myself, money, my future lover, or…, but my parents.
I love them. Although I never said that words to them, I think we seldom said that words to each other, but we know we love each other. I can remember that
when I was a small girl, my parents took me everywhere I wanted …
In my memories, my mother always covered her five fingers in my arse. Now I’m an adult, I sometimes told my relatives that she used to be a cruel mother.
And she explained that how mischievous I used to be, and she was so worried about me. Though, she was a bit strict when I was young, and a bit talkative
nowadays. But I still think she is the most beautiful woman in my mind. Even though she is getting older, she always wears fashionable clothes and shoes.
She is so active and beautiful, I think. But I don’t like the sentence she always tells me, it just like defiance, “Dear! Look, your Mom has so nice finger!” Oh, of course I admit that she really has so nice finger. But your know, never tell girls
(especially fat girls) how nice your finger is, please! That’s my Mom, a fashionable woman. I love her!
My Dad, a humorous “big Boy”, he loves me very much, and also my Mom. Although I’m 20 years now, he always calls me in a sweet voice. Sometimes I
really couldn’t stand it, but if he didn’t call me in that way, I couldn’t bear much more, I think! Perhaps he seldom taught me a lesson, so I remembered the only
four times he beat me, and I remembered very deeply. Every time I recalled these four times, he always said, “Oh, no! You still remember that, why do you
have so good memory? But do you remember I was you “nianbu” in winter? Do you remember I enclasp you through the whole night just because you crying all
the time? Do you remember…? “I’m afraid I can’t, Dad! “Oh, No!” I love my Dad, and I know that he loves me so deeply, because I’m his little princess. Everybody
says that I have a warm family. We like friends but not like the traditional parents and children. Whatever, I like my family, I love my parents, and I’ll love them
forever, even the next transmigration!
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