That was April 12 this year. I have chicken pox. I didn't feel sick at first, just a little itchy. I feel very annoyed. People usually get chickenpox when they are young, and I 10 years old only get chickenpox. After a while, chickenpox grew bigger and bigger, almost covering my whole body, with a high fever and a bad headache. My mother saw it in her eyes and was anxious. My mother is with me. I'm going to rub and feed the medicine later, but I'm also busy cooking and washing the medicine for me. I am sad to see my mother running around. I thought that with her selfless and fearless efforts, my illness would get better soon. Isn't there a saying: many good things grind! But my illness is getting worse and worse, and I'm worried about my mother. It was getting dark, and my mother, who had been busy all day, was very tired after seeing the samples, but she completely ignored the rest and continued to take care of me, for fear that I would have an excessive fever and never leave my feet. It was really uncomfortable to watch me, so my mother had to take me to the hospital for a comprehensive examination, but the nurse isolated me when I had an intravenous drip, because chickenpox was contagious. I thought:
After a few days, my condition gradually improved. Although it has been a while, I can't forget it for a long time. She often touches my heart. I will study hard and repay my mother's great and selfless maternal love. This is the most impressive and unforgettable thing for me.