That smell, how wonderful and fragrant! That taste is as refreshing and comfortable as eating ice cream on a hot day, which is memorable and unforgettable. That's the smell of mom.

I remember one time when I was sick, my mother was so anxious that I quickly went to bed. She went to buy me medicine. When I left, my mother was obsessed with it and poured me a glass of water and put it on the bed.

Ten minutes later, my mother came to the drugstore, bought the medicine and hurried back.

My mother was out of breath when she came home. In the cold winter, I clearly saw the bean-sized sweat on her forehead. My heart ached my mother, and I asked her to take a rest before decocting the medicine, but my mother didn't want to take a rest and insisted on frying it at once. I couldn't stop her, so I had to let her go.

Ten minutes later, when the medicine was cooked, my mother carefully poured it into a bowl and brought it to me. When my mother gave me medicine, I vomited and shouted "It burned me". My mother quickly brought me cold boiled water to drink, scolding herself: "I am so confused that I don't know how to dry it." I can't forgive myself if something happens to my daughter. " Tears welled up in my eyes at that moment. Tears flow like broken pearls. I got up and hugged my mother and said, "Mom, I don't blame you, I am stupid."

The moment I hugged my mother, I smelled the sweat on her body. At that moment, I thought it was the best smell in the world, and nothing could occupy my heart like her sweat. I held my mother's hand tightly and let it go slowly. I told my mother how much I loved her; She also told me how much she loved me.

Since then, I have been fascinated by my mother's sweat, and I found that every corner of my home is filled with her sweat; Every corner of the house smells of mother's sweat.

This sweat is not ordinary sweat, it embodies my mother's love for me and my mother's love for our family. Porridge has the taste of maternal love, water has the taste of maternal love, and clothes also have the taste of maternal love. Gradually, I found that I couldn't smell it all day, and something seemed to be missing in my heart.

Maternal love spread all over my body, but my love for my mother, mom, can you feel it?