As soon as I got home, I saw my mother standing at the gate of the community waiting for me.

Far away, I saw her looking around, very anxious. Although the light is not very bright, but I still recognized her figure at a glance, my heart suddenly very uncomfortable, in fact, sometimes, she wishful thinking and forced arrangements for many things I really feel very annoyed, but in any case, she is still the world's most concerned about me, she will always be the most vulnerable part of my heart.

I got out of the car, hurried over and cried, "Mom, I'm back."

My mother looked back and was...