The original text is as follows:
Dear Mom.
Dear Mom.
Are you okay?Mom, I miss you so much!
Every day when my classmates mention my mother, I think of you.
Mom, you know what?I am now in the position of the deputy squad leader and the disciplinary committee member of our class, the road captain. What an expectation you had while you were still around. Now I have done it, and I have achieved what you call "being a cadre on duty for six consecutive years". Mom, I miss you every day, and one day, when I don't think about it, I forget what you look like and what you teach me.
Mom, when I saw the parents of my classmates coming on the day of the "Food Festival", I couldn't help but think of you, and I thought of you and I selling our own goods and buying what we like to eat together.
Mom, if there were time shuttles in the world, how I would like to go back and save you.
Mom, you know what?I finished fourth in my class and improved by seven places, but I regressed in the mid-term, and I was afraid that I would not be able to get into the middle school I wanted to take because of the midterm failure. I'm afraid that I can't finish what you told me, you taught me that you must have goals for learning and Xi, and there is no motivation without goals, and I remember this sentence and set a goal for myself every day, but I found that the goal is really high. I want to surpass others, but I can't. I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up, I will learn in the dormitory, but I can't catch up with him, I listen more carefully in the interest class, listen to the C++ I hate, but I just can't, I don't want to learn C++, but that's what you want me to learn, I have to learn. But in my heart, I have always longed for the piano. You've always said that I'm the person who is most like you, decisive, cheerful, and has good relationships, but those friends are not what I want to make. I'm afraid that one day they will ignore me and abandon me like you, so whether it's a good friend or someone I hate, I'll keep it.
Mom, I saw you that day, you sat on the edge of my bed, wearing a black dress, talking to me. And the last gym class, I don't know why, there was a shallow hole in the sky, it told me you were in it, I knew it was all fake, but I still wanted to take a look.
Mom, why do I always feel that I am so much worse than them, they are so happy every day, and I want to be happy, but when I smile, I think of the picture of you taking me to the park. They are so good, whether it is Deng Junqing (pseudonym) or Ren Yongxu (pseudonym) and so on, I always feel that their bodies radiate light. Obviously, I didn't do anything, but my heart was like being weighed down by a big rock, I couldn't breathe every night, I couldn't sleep, I felt so tired when I took a step, my legs hurt so much, my back was so sore, and I was so sleepy every day.
Mom, I miss your cooking, I miss your voice, I miss your appearance, I feel like I can't do anything.
But Mom, my teacher is very caring, she can be said to be powerful and omnipotent. She knows what I'm missing, she knows my feelings, she knows my inner thoughts, and she's my homeroom teacher. In addition, I have lovely English teachers and Taoist teachers, gentle Chinese teachers and reasonable science teachers.
Mom, I want you to be with me again.
Your baby daughter Yueyue.
November 22nd.
The mother of this young girl, who was in her early teens, passed away unexpectedly during this year's National Day and was still immersed in grief and pain until mid-November, so she approached me for emotional counseling and trauma healing. Although communication was difficult at first, I could not expect a child to be rational and courageous at this moment, so I suggested that she think about it for one night and write a farewell letter to her deceased mother the next morning, and then take the letter to the nearest river and read it aloud, and then throw the letter into the river for such a farewell ceremony. The river has a spirit, and it will surely bless this child to grow up safely.
Three days after the farewell ceremony, the little girl's mental outlook has improved greatly, and the rest can be left to time.
In the end, I believe that this mother-daughter love is constantly separated by yin and yang. Thanks to this little girl for making me realize that a child's love for their parents can be so deep.