Something about my childhood

If I could only be allowed to describe my childhood in one word,it would be bittersweet.As far as I can remember ,when I was young,my father was often not at home ,leaving my mom to take care of we three siblings,which was a total disaster for my mom,I guess.And I believe my brave and smart mom did what she could to take care of us.Later,my parents and my older brother went to Beijing to work so my sister and I lived with my aunt and uncle.Though they attended us well,I didn't think it could be compared to that of my parents and since I was old enough to know why they left us behind to Beijing,you know,for a better future of my family. I loved and missed them so much.

One day, my father showed up in front of us.You can't image how excited we were.The reason was he would take my sister to hospital since she had some health problem.Covring the long distance to take care of my sister instead of asking my aunt or uncle to ,I was touched by their consideration.In the following days,he cooked us food which was good for my sister.

Growing up,millions of small good things my parents did for us added colors to my common childhood. I love my great parents who always put we three in front of them and poured what they have got on us.