I am a little girl who loves catching cold. No, I got sick again last week.

Monday is here, I have a sore throat and a stuffy nose, and I don't like to eat. My mother got up early and made me millet porridge, soybean milk and fried dough sticks. I feel no appetite when I smell it, and I feel bad when I pay for it. Mother came over and said, "son, when you are sick, you feel that nothing tastes good." You should keep eating, or you will have no resistance. " I feel sick after barely eating two fried dough sticks. I picked up my schoolbag and prepared to go to school. At this time, my mother brought millet porridge to my mouth. Anxiously said, "son, mom gets up early to cook for you, and you don't drink a bite?" Do you know how anxious mom is? "I am very touched to see this situation. I picked up the bowl and finished my meal in one breath. Mom is relieved.

The next morning, as soon as I got up, I saw my mother busy cooking for me while reading the menu. Several meals are already on the table. At that time, I was so moved that my nose ached and tears could not help flowing out. I picked up a pen and wrote a note to my mother: "But how much love there is in that inch of grass, and I got three rays of spring!" " "Quietly in mom's bedroom. After cooking, my mother saw the note in the bedroom and came over and kissed me gently. A warm stream of happiness flooded my whole body

I swear: I will eat well in the future, be a healthy and happy little girl and live up to my mother's love!