One summer morning, my brother and I were skateboarding in the park and accidentally fell down. We scraped a large piece of skin on our calf and bled profusely. What shall we do? At the urging of my brother, I hurried home to dress up.

I limped until I came to an alley and met my mother. I threw myself into her arms and cried, hoping to get some love and sympathy. Unexpectedly, my mother simply said a few words and disappeared at the end of the alley. At this time, I don't know how sad and disappointed I am, and I feel that my mother "doesn't care about me at all." I was so angry that I stamped my feet on the side of the road and cried, thinking, "Nobody cares about me anyway, so let's bleed!" " "

Just when I was desperate, a familiar voice appeared in front of my eyes and I suddenly looked up. I saw my mother carrying a bag with bandages, mercurochrome, cotton swabs and disinfectant, and smiled and said to me, "What's the matter, unhappy?" I seem to understand something. I stood up, sat on the stool next to me, and raised my feet for my mother to wrap up. I saw my mother gently wipe the wound with a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant, then apply sterile gauze to the wound, press it with her fingers for 5- 10 minutes, and then bandage and fix it after the bleeding stops. My mother told me not to let the wound boil when I do it. The wound with medicine is burning, but I don't feel any pain at all. Mother's care and patience are like a bottle of mint water, which washes away the heat in summer and the depression when she is injured.

Although this little gesture is meaningless, it expresses my mother's infinite love for me.