我和妈妈的小故事英文A little story.docx

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1、我和妈妈的小故事英文A little storyA small story about my mother Like most of the Chinese mothers, my mother has a strong sense of pride on me. She always thinks that I am the best child on the world and I can become elite in any realms. When I get sad and complain to my mother about negative words that I had

2、heard about me, and she will encourage me by telling “They speak ill of you because they envy you.” My mother actually has established my confidence that makes me believe I can deal with any obstructions and obstacles. From this point, I should thank my mother so much for confidence plays an importa

3、nt role in ones success. I lived in my mothers trust and expectation, and I did win some honor and praise when I was a little child for the reason of my sweet smile and clever performance. But you know this kind of my mothers exceeding confidence in me, if not being controlled properly, can lead me

4、to the dangerous abyss. Perhaps God bless me, I spend my elementary school years and junior middle school years quite fluently without very hard nut to be cracked. Since the beginning of my senior high, something hidden in my heart like the monsters in Pandora box seems to make waves. As a teenager

5、who was in her rebellious period, I did not want to be an obedient any more. Compared to my peers, I thought in the past years I lived for my mother not myself, and I wanted to change the embarrassing situation. In the days followed, I tried to be a bad girl. During class time, I ate snacks and talk

6、ed with my deskmate from time to time. But how could I show my extreme disobedient side to everybody? Eating and chatting were too normal to raise teachers attention. My senior high was a boarding school that is controlled in a militarized way, so going out of the school on weekdays was forbidden. Y

7、es, that is! In that noon, we three slipped away from the back door. We went to net bar to watch soap opera, and we went to eat Mc Donalds, which we thought was cool. We found the world that was full of the air of freedom was so wonderful and the space that was far away from school was so memorizing

8、 that we forgot the time to come back to school. We skipped two courses on that afternoon. Then we three were called to headmasters office to accept teachers reproach. Later on, my mother and father came to school to take me home. On the way home, my mother did not look at me and she did not say a w

9、ord. But I knew clearly what it meant that behind her silence and ignorance. In a flash, I started to regret what I had done. “Mom, are you annoyed?” I asked her. Mom sighed lightly, and said, “I consider you have grown up, but you make me frustrated.” I glared at my mother, finding her wrinkled fac

10、e, her dark eyes, her pale hair on the temples. I was not mature enough, and I hurt moms heart. Moms turned her head toward window and kept silent again. At that time, I felt something in my heart began to fly away. I raised my head and inspected the sky; a sweet smile bloomed on my face. Later on, I entered my university over three years hard-working study, and I feel I am mature and obedient. I believe I am still my moms baby girl and her pride.