In my memory, my parents rarely hit me. Compared to every classmate I heard sighing about how they had been scolded or beaten in the past few days, I was secretly glad. Although my parents I was rarely beaten, but I still had the experience of being beaten.

I remember it was a summer night. My mother and I were talking together. I don’t remember why we got up. My mother and I were very excited and angry at the time. Both of us were blushing, and I didn’t either. Considering that my mother is my elder, I have to respect her more, although in the end, I completely annoyed my mother. To my surprise, my mother stopped talking suddenly and bent down to take off her shoes.