My childhood was happy with my mother's love.
In my childish heart, my mother was strong and healthy. She never got sick. She took me to the primary school and home every day whenever it's rainy or windy.
But one day, after we got home from school, my mother went into the bedroom and stayed in bed. At that time, I didn't know what had happened.
I sat beside her, my mother told me that, "it doesn't matter, I only have a headache. I will be all right after a while." Although mother said that, I found tears in her eyes because of the pain.
At that time I realize that adults would also get ill and cry. I decided I would take care of my mother from then on.