The Chinese New Year has ended again. Before the Chinese New Year, my mother took me to the police station to get a new ID card, so I can finally replace the photo taken in sixth grade that made me look like a prisoner. Huh? Sixth grade... these years, I haven't grown taller at all, and my face hasn't changed a bit.
These days, my younger brother, perhaps because my mom is stricter, or for other reasons, always says when going out to play, "Mom doesn't go, Mom doesn't go." My mom smiled and said, "Mom will go."
"Mom doesn't go."
"Mom will go."
"Mom doesn't go."
At this moment, my mom's tone became hesitant, and in helplessness, she could only stay by herself.
This reminds me of the years ago when I played "hide and seek" with my mom because of her strictness. Maybe this is the pain of a principled parent. These things I now understand as I grow older. Sometimes we hope for the prodigal son to return, but in reality, when the prodigal son returns, the parents have aged. I see my parents have a few more white hairs than last year, and my own hair has turned white. Behind the so-called "no need to chase" are parents shedding tears.
The experiences of this year have slowly made me realize: life is our own.
A few years ago, I would occasionally take out my elementary school yearbook to look at it. My mom told me at the time, "Oh, in a few years, you will forget about them." I didn't believe it then. But now looking back, it's true. Today my mom told me about two classmates from elementary school, and for a moment, I couldn't remember them.
Former close friends have become strangers, and I feel like I don't have many friends at school. Chatting with someone online all night and having a great time, but within a month, we can't chat anymore.
Life is our own, and very few friends or family members can accompany us throughout our lives.