I really love my family. I used to hate it, but now not anymore because of 1 incident.

One day, I was angry with my mother for not letting me participate in an art show at school. Finally, I ran away from home but instead got lost.

My mother looked here and there while confused. Even the neighbors said, my mother cried while looking for me.

When my mother found me lost on a deserted road, she hugged me until she cried. She said the mother could not imagine if she lost her child.

Since then I have felt the love of my family is very big. That’s why I’ve always loved them.