Since I was born, my mother puts all her heart on me. She takes care of me all the time and I am so proud that I have such a good mother. In my heart, she is like a worrior. But yesterday, when my mother was washing the dishes, I came to help her. Then I found she got a while hair, which made me so surprised, because I never thought she would get old. My emotion was complicated, I felt so sorry to let her worry about me. At that time, I wanted to help her to do many things, telling her that I had grown up. I want her to be proud of me.