My mother always reminds me of freshly baked breads. The feeling is so warm with a sweet fragrance. And I cannot help being drawn over just like a newly born baby. Despite this, the feeling I have for my mom is ever changing. She is like a rose, so tough and so beautiful. She teaches me all that she knows in what she thinks is the most appropriate time and way, raising me up to be a mature, sensible and strong-minded girl.
As I grew up, I became curious about child-bearing. I learned from books and movies that the process was very painful. Then I asked my mom whether she felt pains when she gave birth to me. Her face cutely turned red and said 'not at all' with blinking eyes. She told me that she was willing to bear the pains to have a lovely daughter like me. I was so moved that I could never forget her gentle, loving face.