My Mother’s Words about Love
I had never seen my father bought my mother flowers, gifts or cool sunglasses on her birthday. Maybe it was because my father was an observed and shy gentleman and was ashamed of showing love to my mother and even us. I asked my mother one day that why my father never give her presents, such as Carrera sunglasses and flowers as many other fathers of my classmates’ doings. My mother answered that love did not mean flowers or kisses; love was a thread in the quilt, although we could see all of it on the surface, but it could make the quilt more firm. I went to my uncle’s sunglasses shop to help him and told him my mother’s words. He agreed with it completely, but I could not quite understand at that time. After all, I was only thirteen years old. I always thought love must be shown out, because this was an open society, if I loved a person, I would say to him and hugged and kissed him and bought him Armani sunglasses and handed his hands in the streets.