Everyone has a mother and loves her. I'm not one of them. My mother has paid a lot for me, which makes me realize that there is maternal love everywhere.
I don't know whether it's inherited from my father's genes or a bad habit. In short, I'm procrastinating. Once, I was playing with toys while doing my homework. When my mother found out, she stopped watching TV and watched me do my homework patiently. I see. Mom's love is on the desk.
Once when it rained, I forgot my umbrella, my father was on a business trip again, and my mother was ill. I thought: who will pick me up this time? Just as I was going to rush home in the rain, I saw a familiar figure. It was my mother! Mom came to pick me up in the rain! When my mother and I depend on each other in the umbrella, I realize: mother's love is in the umbrella!