一个曾经在鞍山看的一个报纸上的文章（当我们老了）

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I am old now, No longer the Mom you have known.

Would you, please ， Give me a little more patience.

When I splash the dinner soup onto my clothes, or the

shoelaces slip away from my shoes, Do you remember how

I helped your first time.Everyday I am saying thes

samelike grea sy dinner, Pay attention to it, and don't

try to change my habit. When you weresmall, I have had

to tell a story one thousand times ，Until you can

dream it. I feelhelpless when new thing comes before

me, Don't make a laugh at me. Many years ago you just

shared the same shame to ask me answer your every WHY .

When the weak legs won't support me again, By my arms

are your powerful hands. Looking into the mirror, I

saw a toddler very like you, when I was young. The

links of our chats suddenly disappear, Before I find
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