My Daughter Is My Good Friend

On Sunday afternoon, I was lying in bed reading a book leisurely, and my daughter returned. As soon as I entered the door, I said excitedly to my face: "Mom, guess what I bought you?"

"Is it a lollipop?" A few days ago, my daughter's school popular lollipops with various cartoon animal patterns, colorful, my daughter once bought me.

The daughter shook her head and said, "No, you guess again!"

I also shook my head, "I can't guess."

My daughter mysteriously took out a plastic bag from her pocket. It was warm and turned out to be a roasted sweet potato. I just noticed that she didn't take off her coat after entering the house and kept covering her pocket.

"Don't you say you want to eat sweet potatoes the other day? Let Dad buy it, he forgot." Holding my sweet potatoes, my eyes were wet. This happy tear can only be felt by the mother.

In fact, my daughter has always been my pride. I have been very attentive in everything I have done since I was young, and I have excellent academic performance. Especially writing a good composition, reading her articles is often my enjoyment. It has been three or four years in a row. Every year on March 8th Women's Day, Mother's Day, and my birthday, my daughter will write a letter to me, expressing my love to me sincerely. On my birthday this year, she wrote in the letter: "Wish my dearest mother is always young and beautiful!" And my birthday gift was actually a set of cosmetics she bought with frugal money! As she ages, My daughter is more like my friend. I like walking in the street with her the most. She carried my arm to tell me the interesting things about the class. The two of them are really happy. Before going to bed every night, we are also the most relaxed, either lying in bed and chatting, or weeping and huddling together. This little family, because of having a daughter, has constant laughter.

Although her daughter is only 12 years old, she is very thoughtful and assertive. Her views on life and ideals often make me look at each other and are very inspired. Once, my husband and I crashed because of a trivial matter.

The next night, my daughter and I ate at home and were chatting in the South China Sea. The daughter suddenly said, "Mom, I have a sentence that I don’t know if I should speak or not?"

When I heard it, it was definitely not a good thing, so I said, "I don’t want to talk!"

The daughter said with a hippie smile: "Okay, then I will talk about it."

She frowned pretendingly, and said, "I will tell you a story first. Once there was a woman and her husband who had a bad relationship. When there was nowhere to go, she asked for help from God. God said to her:'I have a secret recipe You can be reconciled, but you have to exchange for the three hairs on the lion's head on the East Mountain.' The lion is very brave and no one dared to approach it. The woman took a sheep every morning to get the secret recipe Feed this lion for more than 20 days, the lion has more and more affection for her, and slowly the lion takes the initiative to get close to her. Finally, one day, she gently held the lion's head and plucked its three hairs The woman gave these three hairs to God, and God learned what happened, and said to her:'You are doing very well. You can only deal with the brutal lion in a gentle way if you treat your husband like this. , Will your feelings be bad?' The woman understood God's words and immediately understood that she changed her attitude towards her husband immediately after returning home, and they finally reconciled."

After listening to my daughter’s story, I pretended not to understand and said, “What’s so nice about this story, I’ve read it before.”

The daughter said to me seriously, "Mom, I think you should be gentle with Dad, even if there is something wrong with him. Over time, Dad would not like someone who always yells at him, Lover."

I was silent, it should be said that I was shocked, and my daughter was profound in my education. I can no longer treat her daughter as a child, she is my best friend.

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