I was sitting with my parents that day, and I overheard that I had a small scar on my calf in the shape of a crescent moon. I thought it was left by a bump when I was young and playful, but I didn't expect my mother to take one look at it and say that I had cut it myself.
When I was three and a half years old, I was working in the field with my mother one day, and when I was resting at the edge of the ridge, I was bored, so I followed my mother's example and picked up the sickle that was placed next to me and started to cut the grass. As a little girl, I didn't know how to use the scythe, so I cut myself on my calf and cried out in fear. When my mother heard this, she rushed over and hurriedly pulled the wormwood to help me stop the bleeding. The good thing is that the sickle is not sharp, I am also weak, only a small cut, the wound will heal in a few days, and now the scar is very small and faint, do not look closely really can not find.
My mother said I was particularly naughty as a child, climbing trees, climbing over walls, fishing and catching shrimp. Once I fell from a tall apricot tree and broke my head, bleeding a lot and scaring them. It was late that day, my father came home from farm work and couldn't rest, so he carried me to the town hospital. He was so anxious to reach the hospital early that he didn't notice the road under his feet and tripped over a stone and fell down heavily. He got up and picked me up and continued to run, forgetting that his leg was seeping blood. When we got to the hospital, the doctor bandaged me before he felt at ease, and only then did he notice that his leg was broken in a big gash.
My father laughed in embarrassment when he heard my mother's story. He said I was not only playful and naughty as a child, but also particularly careless, always losing things and forgetting things, and even more so in my studies. At that time, he was worried whether I would be able to graduate from junior high school. Once I wrote a sentence in my workbook "a bird and duck looking for a small drink everywhere", when he saw this sentence and funny and angry, but also because of that father's discovery, he began to deliberately train my concentration and attention, and study with me every day, and gradually changed my bad habits of sloppiness. The joke I made that time, my father never mentioned it in front of me, he carefully cared for my self-esteem, always encouraged me, said I was smart and well-behaved, the future will certainly be great. If he hadn't mentioned it, these childhood problems I really forgot, when this was mentioned by him, I was not upset and sad, only grateful and relieved. And my father, who had been holding back his laughter for years, finally couldn't hold back at that moment and laughed so hard that tears welled up in his eyes.
Growing up, many of them have been forgotten by us, but our parents have kept them deep in their hearts. If they hadn't helped us remember, we wouldn't have known that we had experienced such and such happy, funny and embarrassing things when we were young. These things were carefully collected by our parents, and the moment they were mentioned, they opened the floodgates of memory, telling us about them and recalling them with great interest. We can see their worries and fears, but also their unfailing love and care. Parents are the collectors of time, they collect the little bits and pieces of our growth, witnessing the miracle and beauty of life, they interpret with their actions, we are the best gift from God to them, needing them to spoil all the time.
Because there is love in our hearts, and we will eventually become the next collector of time.
