On Sunday evening, I end coming water, let mother sat on the chair. At this time, I felt hot, I hesitated, slowly stretched out my hand, I found that my hand was quivering slightly. Mother seems to read my distress, her gently through my hands, kindly said to me: "you don't wash, or am I wash your own!" "No, I come." I also don't know where of courage, fiercely put his hand into the bowl, gently pulled up water, rinse his mom's feet. Ah! Mother's feet have a layer of the cocoon, I be careful of petting. Q: "mom, painful?" She smiled and said: "silly child, cocoon son how pain? Remember? When you were a boy was very naughty, I give you wash feet, you are always with those little feet on the surface of the water, I came to splash is all water, you still laugh, really naughty! Now you grow up, wash feet for mother. My mother is old!" I looked up and saw mom is wiped eyes. "Mom, I." at this time, I could not speak, I for just indecision and feel ashamed.
And I pulled up water, gently rub, rub mother feet every part. Wash good, I with the towel mother foot gently dry. Mother laughed, and have the pleasure to laugh, happy smile, I from her smile and found that glittering and translucent and tears. At this time, I feel relaxed a lot of. in the future, I will continue to give mom to wash the feet.