The first note I ever wrote for my mother said "Hi, Mom! Have a nice day! Love, Marie!" I was twelve when I wrote, and I folded the1into her change purse(零钱包).
My mother worked as a cleaner in a clothing factory. I knew that when she2meals in the dining hall, she would have to look for change in her purse. I didn't know that she would3that note, and always carry it with her.
From the day that I 4folded the small piece of paper into my mother's change purse, she and I left each other5notes. They would be put in the fridge, under a lamp, or beside the TV set, I6found one hidden (藏)in my shoe. From the outside, our notes may have been general records(记录)of our days, ideas and7. But to my mother and8, they were a lifeline--a communication with each other that no one else9.
On October 20, 2020, my mother10after a long illness. I stood near her bed, holding her hand. I didn't cry the day my mom died,11I didn't cry a week later when I went to collect(收集)her things. I was so thankful that she no longer had aches and12.
Recently, I found a note that my mom had13me. It had been hidden in the14of my favorite childhood book for years. It reads "Dear Marie, I love you always. Miss you a lot. Don't forget me. Be 15Love, Mom. " That day I cried.
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