My mother is a teacher. Every day she is busy with his work as well as taking after me and my daddy.

In the morning she makes breakfast. After breakfast, she hurrily go to the office to prepare lessons or assign homework, and begin to work busily. Due to a long time of correcting homework and lack of outdoor sports, my mother suffers from severe cervical pain, especially when spring comes.

Back home from school at night, my mother gets into the kitchen and quickly makes dinner. After she finishs washing the pot and cleans up the kitchen, she helps me with my homework. Then she cleans up the house: sweeping the floor, wiping the floor, tidying up the bookcase, tidying up the sofa. After I finish my homework, my mother will help me to check it carefully and explain the places I don"t understand patiently.

This is my mother, no magnificent deeds, but ordinary and great, not a heroine but busy for my three meals a day.