Late one afternoon, I was on my way home from school. I walked slowly along the street with my head drooped. The scenes on both sides of the street were beautiful, but I had no interest in them at all. I walked and walked, thinking of what had happened that day.

Just a few minutes before the second class began that afternoon, I was asked to go to the teachers office. I heard my teacher talking to my mother with anger.

How could you dare to go to see a film this morning without permission? Mother said at the top of her voice, slapping me in the face heavily. I look at Mother, dumbfounded…

I walked more slowly, for I had seen my house ahead, where Mother was always standing at the door, smiling at me, at this time every day. But now, she wasnt there. My heard was beating faster. I even didnt dare to open the door for fear that Mother should beat again.

Not knowing what to do, I sat on the ground near the door, blaming myself for what I had done. I was lost in deep agony.

Suddenly a soft hand patted me on the head. I looked up, seeing Mother standing beside me. I couldnt help crying, Mum! tears rolling down my cheeks.

一天傍晚，我在放学回家的路上。我低着头慢慢地走在街上。街道两旁的景色很美，但我也不感兴趣。我走着走着，想着那天发生的事情。

那天下午，在第二节上课前的几分钟，我被叫去老师的办公室。我听到我的老师和我母亲的愤怒。

今天早上没有经过允许怎么敢去看电影?妈妈用她最大的声音问，且重重地打了我一耳光。我看着妈妈，惊呆了…

我慢慢地走，因为我看到我的房子前面，在那里母亲总是站在门口，冲我微笑，在每天的这个时候。但现在，她不在那里。我的心跳得很快。我甚至不敢开门因为怕妈妈会再打我一次。

不知道该怎么办，我坐在门口的地上，指责我自己做的事情。我陷入了深深的痛苦。

突然，一个柔软的手拍了拍我的头。我抬起头，看见母亲站在我旁边。我忍不住哭了，妈妈!泪水顺着我的脸颊流了下来。