This is a true story about me.
September 21, 2006, I was first grade. 7:10, I go to school.At that time I do not know why I cried Zhirang taxi.Mom agreed, and take me to the Chang-an elementary school and my mother would take the opportunity to go to two homes sitting in a taxi to work.
Go home at night, I heard my mother say that she usually done 12 road cars on fire.At 7:36. At that time I did not care.
First time in three and a half yesterday, I eat barbecue.Mother recalled this incident, could not help feeling Road: "Yes my son saved my life ah, my son is my great benefactor ah." I could not help but be complacent.
I do not know what reason that I would like to take a taxi to her mother survived.The original time period that is my mother every day to work by car to the hospital two points, what was the reason for me to play her mother's car?
All this, only God knows.