Every time, as long as I see other children holding their parents' hands walking on the street, I am particularly envious. Because I can't. Because mom and dad work in Hangzhou, they can come back once a year. My brother and I can only stay at home with my grandparents.
I remember that I was five years old. I just opened my eyes one morning. It seemed that I could hear my parents talking in a whisper. What's the ticket? I kept muttering. When I arrived at school, the children were all listening to the teacher, but I was absent-minded and felt as if something was going to happen. I was lying on my desk, my brain pounding. The teacher stroked my head and asked if I was ill. I didn't say. I have a feeling that maybe mom and dad will leave me for a long journey.
Thinking about it, tears came out. Finally, when the school bell rang, I ran home quickly, could not care to put down my schoolbag, looking for my mother everywhere. "Mommy - Mommy -" Mommy, where have you been? " I cried and found it. No one answered. I lie on the bed, crying, grandma came to advise me, said Mom and dad is to work in Hangzhou, earn money for my study, advised me not to be sad. I listened to grandma's words, understood parents' painstaking care, also stopped crying.
After that, I look forward to it every day, every month. Why is a year so long? Sometimes a person sits at the door, stupefied. I really want to say to my parents: why do you go so far to work? I don't want food or clothes. I just want to lie in your arms. Let me kiss your face, hug your shoulder, let me act like other children, have a happy childhood.
Mom and Dad, I miss you so much. I wish I could grow wings and fly to you!