When I go to middle school, I realize that the difference between families. Some of my classmates are picked up by their parents with cars everyday, while the other students like me just walk home by ourselves. Once I doubted that my parents didn’t care about me as other students’ parents. But I was wrong. When I arrive home, my mother usually cooks for me, and she will ask me about the situation at school. If I have annoyance, she will comfort me. After dinner, my father will help me with my homework, though he is very tired from work. If I study very late, my mother will bring some snacks to me. This is love, which is simple. 
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