The flavor of the mother

My mom is eighty four year old, she lives in fourth floor alone, she still can be up and down in daily, at the year ago there was the chance to change the house for her in first floor in the same community, but she refused kindly, maybe because of this reason, cheap hats, she has to go up and down N times a day, can make her heath is much better than the same age women.
This year is my mother’s year, as the proverb goes, the year is not as luck as normal years, so she is superstition and she doesn’t want to go out, spends the peaceful life smoothly for this year. We respected her points let her do what she likes, as long as she can be enjoy herself is good.
To be dutiful child I come to see her in one or two weeks. This Sunday I invited her have a lunch outside together with my Tiger, she put out the a plastic bag and said, I know you like the dry sweet potato I did for you, wow, it is really long time I did not see this kind of favorite snack, this was only I have seen when I was a little girl, we were living with less at the time, no enough foods, the dry of the sweet potato can be the satisfaction of hunger requires food, other reason was can be keep long for other seasons, the people prefer putting in the balcony in the room for sunshine, but to be the child we were greedy and always stealing before to be dry totally.
The child with a mother is like a precious jewel, wholesale jerseys, I am so happy to see the same taste of dry sweet potato at the today; this is the flavor of mother. I embraced my mom for long time to enjoy my happy time.