"Child, wait for me!" In the cold wind, I seemed to hear someone calling me and quickly turned back. Ah! It's mom! She was panting as she rushed towards me; her hair had already been blown into a mess by the fierce wind. I suddenly lost my senses, feeling as if my legs weighed a thousand catties and I couldn't take a step forward. Looking at mom rushing towards me, I realized she had aged, truly aged. She was no longer young and beautiful, her face full of traces left by time.
When mom finally stood in front of me, I realized she had found me. "Child, go back with me. If there's anything, we can discuss it at home slowly, okay?" Mom said to me in an almost pleading voice. "No, I refuse to go back! I hate you guys, I hate that home!" I stomped my feet and shouted loudly at mom. Hearing what I said, mom fell silent. I slightly raised my head and stared at her fiercely, yelling: "When did you ever truly care about me? You only care about my study situation! You make me study nonstop every day without asking whether I want to or not! Whenever I rebel a little, you scold me and threaten to kick me out of the house. Now that I've left, why are you still looking for me? This way, you can get your wish!" After saying this, both mom and I were in tears. Realizing I had said too much, I raised my hand to wipe away the tears on my face and ran forward, leaving mom behind. Just then, I heard mom shouting behind me: "Child, it's our fault. We won't force you to do things you don't like anymore, okay? Come back with me."
I stopped in my tracks. Seeing that I had stopped, mom thought I was going to go back with her and her tear-streaked face lit up with a joyful smile. I wanted to say something more, but seeing mom's smile, I kept silent. Mom reached out her hand to pull me. As her hand just touched me, I instinctively took a step back. I felt that the hand that had just touched me was a pair of hands full of calluses, hard like tree bark and rough. I couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, finding it hard to believe. In my memory, mom's hands were so soft, as smooth as a baby's, but now, what I touched was... The hands in my memory had shielded me from countless frosts and given me countless warmth. Looking up at mom again, she appeared so pale, so haggard, and a surge of pain hit my heart, filling my eyes with hot tears.
Recalling the past, scenes of the past played in my mind like a movie. Mom still loved me very much. All the best things at home belonged to me, including their love and care. They made me study for my own good. I couldn't blame them for making me study nonstop; I could only blame myself for being unambitious!
At this moment, the wind suddenly became abnormally fierce, raising dust and sand, flying stones, like forests dancing and howling wildly. The sky became dim, grayish-yellow, and chaotic. Suddenly, mom stumbled and fell to the ground. Ah, mom fell down! I was stunned, dumbfounded, foolish, staring at mom's weather-beaten face, at a loss what to do. Could this person who was so easily blown down by the wind really be my mom? How could my mom be so frail against the wind?! I gazed at that wrinkled, emaciated face, shaking my head in disbelief. Day by day, I grew up, while mom grew old day by day. She worked tirelessly for me, asking for no reward. But what about me?!