It was my mother's habit that she would push my long hair out of the way, and then kiss my forehead(前额)every night.
I don't remember when it started making me unhappy. I hated her pushing my hair, for the hands were rough(粗糙的)against my young skin. Finally, one night, I shouted at her, "Don't do that anymore, your hands are too rough!"She didn't say anything. But from then on, she never did the same thing.
With the passing of time, I always thought about that night. I missed my mother's hands and her goodnight kiss on my forehead. I felt very sorry for my mother. But I didn't tell her because of my pride.
Then it was on Thanksgiving Day. When I slept on my bed, a familiar hand secretly pushed the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss touched my forehead softly. The shout of that night came back to my mind:Don't do that anymore—your hands are too rough!I took Mom's hands in my hands. I cried and told her how sorry I was for that night. Mom didn't say anything at that night. She just smiled and hugged me.
That night, I fell asleep sweetly with my gentle mother. And the guilt disappeared. I love my mother and will never forget her rough hands.