An incident that I will never forget

This incident happened one summer six years ago, and it still clearly appears in front of me.

That year was very unfortunate for me. I had a big blood bag on my head. At first, my mother thought I had accidentally touched it somewhere and that it would disappear soon. Yes, actually I don’t know the “mystery” in this bag.

After a while, the bag turned out to be much larger than before, and my mother became worried.

One day, my mother said she would take me to the vegetable field to look at the vegetables and stroll around. Unexpectedly, my mother took a turn and took me to a small clinic in the countryside. I asked my mother why she was here, and she said she was here to take a look around and buy a box of cold medicine for later use. I didn't think much and followed my mother in. After buying the medicine, my mother asked me to take a look at the bag on my head. I am usually most afraid of seeing a doctor, and I refuse to live or die. Mom said just take a look. There was no other way, so I asked the doctor to see me. The doctor said that he needed an operation and an introduction. After hearing this, I immediately broke away from my mother's hands and ran to the toilet to hide. My mother ran to the door to persuade me, saying all kinds of good and bad things, but I still refused to come out. Finally, my mother said, if you don’t come out, I will leave and leave you here alone. What will you do? I cried and yelled in the toilet, opened the door and rushed out, not wanting to be caught by my mother. I cried loudly and struggled hard.

The doctor gave me anesthetic. I watched the doctor walking towards me with a knife in his right hand and a cotton ball in his left hand, and I felt scared. I struggled as hard as I could to feed myself, but my mother still held me tightly. Finally, I had no strength left, and the doctor began to operate on me. It was extremely painful when I was putting on the introduction, and I was already bursting into tears. My mother hugged me tightly and told me not to be afraid. I endured the heart-pounding pain and still struggled. Just as I was struggling, I suddenly saw tears flashing in my mother's eyes. My crying intensity slowly subsided. After bandaging, my mother carried me back and bought me a lot of delicious food.

This will always be with me throughout my life.

Whenever I recall this incident, I really want to say loudly: "Mom, I love you!"