BIRTH

The beginning of life is like searching for a direction in the vast ocean. My mother gave me life, and I saw the lighthouse in the misty sea. And then, I was born.
Childhood memories are like a thin veil, hazy yet soft. At that time, roller skates were very popular. I saw that the neighbor's child had a pair of roller skates and I envied her very much. When I told my mother about this, she took me to the supermarket that night and bought me a pair of roller skates. The excited and joyful thumping of my heart still lingers. My mother held my hand. Her warm and broad hand continuously transmitted her body heat to me, and along with it was her love. On the way home, the streetlights stretched our shadows very, very long. My mother's love for me is far longer than that.
My mother doesn't just dote on me blindly. She knows very well the importance of studying. When I sat on the ground and burst into tears out of frustration because I couldn't learn the phonetic symbols during the summer vacation, she would secretly wipe away her tears too, but she firmly told me that this was knowledge I must master. I looked at her with resentment at that time. How sad she must have felt in her heart!
This time, the assignment requires attaching photos. I spent a long time looking through the photo album, but there were hardly one or two photos of me and her. I sent a message to my mother asking if she had any photos of me. She sent me a lot of my photos, from my infancy to my youth. She has been documenting my growth. I feel very sad. I feel as if something is slipping away, leaving me with an empty feeling inside. This time, I want to turn my camera on her !