Along the way, my mother always coughing. Hear the mother's cough, I would turn heads, watching her mother, they discovered that her mother's gaze is still very nice. I remained silent. At that time, bleak, my mother looked at me as if he knew my thoughts, said: "Xiao-chen, Mom is not cold. My mother just recently a little cold." Suddenly feeling, I grabbed my mother's hand, found her mother's hand was actually icy cold. Holding mother's hand, I am guilty, hate their mothers usually do not pay more attention to care.

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