There is something flied into my mother's eyes. She ask me to find if it get out. But when take a close to her face. I was a llittle shocked by her face. The wrinkles covered all over her face. She is not the one she used to be in my memory. She have changed so much.

The time is one heartless sculptor. Its work is on the old people's faes. Make them look older. But it is also one warning for the time. They ask us to treat the family better. There isn't much time to be a good son. Now when I was checking her eyes. These things come up with my mind and make me want to cry. Maybe it is too sensitive. But the great difference make me shock. I never realize she is becoming older and older day by day. The time would never stop. 

I feel sorry for yelling at her. Sometimes when I am busy.  I feel not happy to explain too much. I know she is trying to understand my life. But I am just too careless for her cares. The love between the family is the greatest . But what I have done with them is not nice to be a son. In 5 minutes I have realized what is wrong with me. When looking at the old pictures of my childhood. They do not care what how naughty I was. They would spend a lot of money on my education and daily life. I believe when you are grown up and have the ability, It is the time to repay them. Stay with the parents for a while every day. Listen to them carefully and be nice to them. Be patient with your old parents. 

I should say sorry to parents. From now on I am going to be a good son like they used to be a good parents.