Writing 1:mothers love

When i was young my life was complete like any other children. But nothing lasts forever, yearrs back the memory it is still burning and fresh. The only pain that i could remembered from that day on i knew that was not mt mother and my father has moved on

"HYE MI! wake up!" my brother was jumping up and down on my bed i opened my eyes half and sleep again. My brother dragged me out of the bed i reluctantly went down.

Yestterday i had to wake the whole night jutst to finsh my work i brush my teeth and got ready fro the trip. We were moving to a new place nearer to my work place just nice there is a lot of markets and stores. We had no one else to support us it wws just the three of us i pace my steps and walked faster to reach my destination. After a few stops we managed to get a good rest. My brother feets were to tired i offered to meassge his legs agter a long journey.

My mother who i was most worried gor almost passed out due to the blazing sun in the late morning. Sunset fall the sky was cotton candy colour, the three of us sat by the balcony and admired the skies it was the most wholesome and touching moment in my life i have never ever felt so relived that we were happy enough. I thought i jad to do better in order to let my family have a good life.

The next morning i bid my mother goodbye as he went to a job interview. I myself accompanied my brother to school we vhat about our daily talks that we would usually do we would often talk about random stuff or something interesting happened in school. After i brought my brother to his school i had to pace my steps to walk faster to school. Because of this i was often late and picked by the principal. My schoolmates would giggled behind my back as i received demerit

I did not let that affect me i knew how important my role as a sister meant to the wholw family happiness and warmth is what matters to me the most. I felt lonely and depressed sometimes after a few failures of making friends just because i got demerits doesn't mean i am a bad student. But people of my school haave judged the wrong way they did not share the burdens that i have or experience. Having their normal life as what normal kids is supposed to have.

I sigh as i finshed writing my dairy till 2am. I burned the midnight oil to record my life daily moments. I smiled as i closed the lock 🔒

End of mother's love.

Author's note about the compo:

This story was written by my classmate ihad some difficultly translating chinses to english hut i would want to share this story though it may not be interesting but i burned the midnight oil just to write this happy 😊 reading 📖!