Karl Firth with the staff in advance wish all mothers happy Mother's Day
Large Fountain,3 Tier Fountain,Decorative Fountain,Stainless Steel Water Feature Guangzhou Ewaterart Technology Co.,Ltd , https://www.ewaterart.com
January 24, 2021
In the eyes of every child, mothers are the messengers of happiness; but each mother is actually an angelic angel. The annual Mother's Day is coming (May 11, 2014). On this special day, let us together say to the world's moms: Mom, you worked hard! ~ 21 and 4 stories. On the summer afternoon, when many people were awakened, a mother and son side by side sitting on a bench inside a house, a magnificent son was reading a newspaper, and his mother, who was in her twilight years, sat quietly beside her. Suddenly, a sparrow flew near the grass, and her mother murmured: "What is that?" His son looked up and looked up, casually replying: "A sparrow." Read newspapers. Mother nodded, thoughtfully, watching the sparrow fluttering in the grass branches and asked: "What is that?" Son reluctantly raised his head again, frowned: "I told you just now, Mother, is a sparrow. "After shaking the newspaper in her hand and watching it again. Sparrow flew, fell on the grass near, the mother's eye also will rise and fall, looking at the sparrow on the ground, the mother curiously slightly owe, and asked: "What is it?" Son impatient, closed the newspaper , Said to her mother: "A sparrow, mother, a sparrow!" Then he pointed his finger at the sparrow, and read aloud one word, "touch - ah - hemp! Then turned and stared negatively at her mother. The old man did not look at his son and he still turned to the sparrow without any problem, as if he were tempted and asked again: "What is that?" This annoyed his son, waved his arm and gestured angrily at his mother "What the hell are you doing? I've said so many times! That's a sparrow! Do not you understand?" Her mother rose without a word, and her son asked inexplicably: "Where are you going? Mother raised his hand to indicate he did not follow, walked back to the house. Sparrows fly away, his son frustrated to throw the newspaper, alone sigh. After a while, my mother came back and added a little book in my hand. She sat down and turned to a page and handed it to her son, pointing to one of them, and said: "Read!" The son recited it: "Today, I was sitting in the park with my three-year-old son, a Sparrow In front of us, my son asked me 21 times, 'What is that?', I answered him 21 times, 'It was a sparrow.' Every time he asked, I hugged him over and over again and again Do not feel annoyed, just feel his innocence cute ... ... "The corner of the elderly gradually revealed a smile pattern, as if they saw the old scene. His son finished, closed his book with shame, against tears open arms hug mother ...