A few years is enough to change a person. In the blink of an eye, I was already in junior high school, and my birthday was also celebrated in April. I didn't say anything, not even my parents. Actually, what about birthdays? When we met for dinner at noon, my mother said to me: "Sister, today is your birthday!" I said "yes". "You used to be very excited a week before your birthday, but now why don't you ring? By the way, what kind of cake do you want to eat?" "Mom, no need." I said softly. The girl who was born thirteen years ago just cried loudly and people gave her a halo to let her know that she was one year older every year. But what about the real heroic mother? She was just obsessed with her daughter's growth and forgot about the pain she had suffered.
