I want a rose

As time went by, something in the world would change into dust and soon disappear into the air; something else may flow away with the wind and leave nothing to this world. But one thing can last forever. That is mother love.

The merchants cannot purchase it, and it cannot be weighed out in the balance for gold. I just want a rose; water it with my own heart-blood. And give it to my mother, singing her my sweetest songs. Looking at the smiles on her face is the happiest thing in my life.

When I was just a young girl, I slept together with my mother. Every night before I could fall asleep, she held me in her arms, reading me interesting stories, and singing me sweet songs. Among her beautiful voices I could fall asleep very quickly. I always kissed her and said you are the most beautiful mom in the world, at that time, she always said nothing, just smiled. Yes she was really a beautiful lady; her skin was white and delicate. Each time she caressed my cheek, I felt happy and comfortable. She used to like red, and like rose. Because they are so romantic.

But now she changed, she is not so tender as she used to be. Her hands become rough, and she tends to wear dark-colored clothing. She even seems that she is not interested in flowers any more. And now I always wonder, is she getting old? Is she getting old because of me? I am not a good girl. I always waste money on some unimportant things; I kill very precious time and pretend don not mind it. Sometimes I even play trunk. During the 18 years, I have made her proud, happy, but I also give her anger, made her sad and sometimes even a little despair. But she still loves me, cares for me.

I want to tell you, mom. You are not old now and never. I can cultivate a rose for you, and sing you my sweetest songs. May you be young forever and live a long happy life!