Last Monday, my father would be on a business trip for five days. Having gotten my promise of being great at home and taking care of my mother, he rest assured and put his luggage into the trunk of his car. Seeing my father’s driving away, my mother and I waved our hands and said goodbye to him. For a moment, I began to miss my father, wishing that he would be safe and well the next days.
I thought everything would go well, as this was not the first time that my father had been away for several days. Yet, unfortunately, my mother caught a cold the next morning. Looking at her pale face, I experienced high levels of anxiety. However, I told myself that I had to calm down and look after my mum, as I promised to my dad. The moment I got my mum to sleep, I put cold towel on her forehead, found pills in the medicine box, and made some noodles for her. Luckily, she waked up and felt better, after taking the pills and the noodles. That her fever was gone relieved and satisfied me a lot.
In the next four days, I was taking her body temperature twice a day, ensuring that she was pletely well. To our delight, my dad went back home safely and healthily on Saturday. On hearing what I had done to my mum, he, as well as my mum, beamed at me and gave me a big thumb. Hearing their praises and seeing bright smiles on their faces, I really felt overjoyed and thrilled. Conceivably, taking care of my parents was, indeed and definitely, my mission and obligation.
