Memory of My Childhood

Like many children， I had a happy childhood under the care and love of my parents. My mother took me to the kindergarten and home every day. I thought mother was so kind and healthy that she would never get sick.

But one day， my father went to the kindergarten to get me back. I asked， “Why doesn’t my mother come？” “She is sick， and she is in hospital.” said Father. I felt sad and frightened. Then I began to cry. “Don’t cry or mother would worry. You should be a good child.” I seemed to understand my mother was too tired. I made up my mind I would look after my mother from then on.