When I was a young girl my family lived a poor life in a village. One evening we were visiting our friends. Suddenly the storm came. We went home quickly. On our way home, my dad carried me on his back. My mom held my elder brother's hand, and held an umbrella for Dad and me. It rained heavily and the wind blew hard. It took us about two hours to get home. When we arrived home, our clothes were completely wet. The rain had come through the roof (屋顶) and windows, so our house was filled with rainwater. Mom helped my brother and me change some dry clothes and put us to bed. Then she put some bowls to collect the rain. I fell asleep soon. When I woke up, Dad and Mom were sleeping in chairs. This is my earliest memory (记忆) I realized my parents' great love for the first time.
Though time passed, I won't forget the rain we lived through together. The rain of that evening, and especially my parents' love will stay in my mind forever.
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