My Mother_350字

My mother has been playing an important role in my life since I was born. She always nags and does housework non-stop since I can remember. Now she is forty eight years old and she just passed her forty eighth birthday a few days ago; her birthday is the eighteenth of January. She is a hard-working, caring, and careful woman but she is a pessimist. She has grey hair a sign of her aging process. So she always asks me to help her colour her hair. Sometimes she tells us some jokes or she thinks she is speaking in a funny way but we do not think so. Maybe she has an unusual sense of humour. She always worries about me because she does not think that I can manage my life well so sometimes I will argue with her because of her meaningless worry. Now I have a better understanding of her love for me, although she always shows it in an unpleasant way. She always sacrifices her own desires to satisfy ours. For example, she cannot eat eggs and some foods but she still cook such dishes for us. Lastly, I want to say “I love you, mum!”