my thanks to parents
My father is a peasant.Four years ago he came to the city,and found a job.And then my mother and I moved here.At that time,my father earned little money and could hardly support the family.
I was small,short and thin then.My parents sometimes bought me some good food for me.I remember clearly once they gave me the roast chicken.
Oh,I liked it best.I asked them to eat together,but they both said they didn't like it.So I ate it up.
Now our life is better.One evening,my father bought some roast chichen again,and we ate it happily.Suddenly,I understood why they didn't eat it before.They just wanted me to eat it.This is my parents' love!