My mom came to help me sleep every day when I was young. I don't remember when it started making me a little 1—my mom's hands pushing my hair that way. It made me uncomfortable, because they felt rough(粗糙的). One night, I 2her, "Don't do that anymore. Your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything, 3she never did it anymore.
Years later, I'm not a little girl anymore. I miss my mother's 4at night. My mom is old but she still works for my family. It was late on Thanksgiving Eve. As I slept in my bedroom, a familiar hand ran across my face to push the hair from my head.
Taking my mom's hand, I told her how sorry I was for that5I shouted at her. But my mom had forgotten it. Thanks to my mother's caring hand, I fell asleep happily.
