i love you mom

When I was 6 years old, I sewed my new shirt, cooked my glutinous rice for me to eat, before school started. At that time, she was a 35 year old woman, sweet and beautiful, with pink lips. When I was 18 years old, my mom cooked glutinous gac and broiled chicken at 4am to get my luck, before entering the high school graduation exam. When I was 28 years old, my mother was still around every spring, wrapping all sorts of patties to feed me. And this year, I am 34 years old, my mother still hugging each of the dishes that I like in the plastic bags, let me carry on in Saigon, let the refrigerator eat ...
During all those years, I never asked my mother what to eat .
With a mother, time is the children's years. My mother was not thinking, thinking about me. Mom looked at me grow up, grow up, go away and come back. Day and month.

With a child, grim, the time is calculated by the wrinkles on her mother's face, the hair is silver gradually, is the fatigue of her legs full day .

We can complain about time .

Raising the child as a debt of the same time, the child grows out of his mother's arms, and sometimes forgets that he needs to provide support. Never had my father blamed me, but I did not feel like it.
This season, in the countryside drizzly rain, the road slippery moss. I came back, look at the mother standing at the edge, picking the green, to cook for me to eat. Mother to the forest to find early bamboo stalks, stir fry the child far away crave for old dishes. I find myself selfish. I asked, mother, do you like something special? Mom laughed, did not say. My mother used to live frugal life, little known for sorcery. But I have eaten a hundred dishes in the forest under the sea, I want to invite her mother delicious food, to her mother happy, healthy mother, let me still every month back year, still see mommy gentle smile, Like autumn wind .
I suddenly remember once, my father, my friend, had a weekend dinner call home, cook me a strange meal. Quoc is a culinary expert who has been dubbed as a kitchen king. National security, try eating natural nest, go completely clean and pure, will help longevity, supple and long life. National tea soup lotus seed lotus seeds, eat the evening, the light bar but eat the cup of tea as just eating a dream .

Suddenly thinking, why gift to my mother is not the cup of tea, lotus seeds, cooked by my own hand?

I heard Quoc, choose the natural nest of Yen Viet. Quoc Bao, natural nest is like the silk coil of silkworm, hard and arduous new bird nest. One can pretend it, with the same shape and taste, but the aroma and nutrition are not equal. Quoc also bought oats to give her mother, like all the nurturing .

I practice cooking lotus seeds in the form of National lotus seeds. For a long time, the kitchen forgot the firewood gas lighter. Mother, like the habit, help me bit by bit, as if my mother's day dressed me every stroke of my heart. Mom does not know what I cook and what to do. I only know because it is my son and my mother is always there.

The tea is fragrant like a glutinous rice season. Mother, I'm not good at cooking, but please eat - I say. Mother startled, sitting idly in the kitchen. As if the mother forgot that she is also the right to receive care, care. Mother's hand holding the cup of tea. Tears flowed quietly. Crying .
Urban life has always been a long chain of chase. Sometimes, I'm too tired, but looking at my mother's eyes, my mother's smile, I feel calmed down. My cup of tea for my mother, like the time thanks, kept her mother to stay with me. Let me realize, I still love each other day .