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The composition of Mother Care is about 500 words.
Blue sky cares for white clouds, trees care for birds, streams care for fish, and my mother cares for my healthy growth all the time.

One summer night, my parents took me to practice skateboarding in the yard. At that time, I was able to skate by myself, but when I was about to go home, I couldn't control my direction at the corner because I skated too fast and accidentally fell down. I screamed, and my mother rushed over and helped me up. She looked at me and asked eagerly, "Where does it hurt? Let my mother have a good look. " At this moment, blood ran down my chin. She quickly grabbed my chin and exclaimed, "Dad, look, the child's chin is broken." My mother said that my jaw was broken, and I cried with a "wow", and tears welled up in my eyes. Dad rushed over and frowned and said, "Why is it so serious? Go to the clinic quickly. " Then my mother pressed my wound with a tissue, and my father picked me up and ran to a nearby clinic. When I arrived at the clinic, my aunt looked at the wound and said, "I can't handle this." I have to go to the hospital. " Hearing this, my parents picked me up and ran out without saying anything. My father stopped a taxi in order to catch up with the time. Finally, we arrived at the hospital. The doctor looked at the wound and said, "This wound needs stitches, otherwise it will not heal easily." Dad went to pay the money, and mom said to the doctor eagerly, "Doctor, it's up to you." We believe in you. " The doctor told me to lie in bed. He put on a piece of gauze first, and then began to play anesthetic. At the moment when the anesthesia needle pierced the muscle, my heart was clenched tightly, trembling with fear, and sweat was slowly oozing from my forehead. My mother held my hand tightly and kept comforting me and said, "Baby, don't be afraid. It's okay. It will be fine in a minute. " But in my mother's eyes, I saw anxiety and sadness. Finally, the anesthetic worked, so I didn't feel any pain when the doctor stitched me up. In the next few days, I took medicine and changed my dressing, and my mother accompanied me until the wound healed.

Mom, your care for me is like a tree caring for leaves and rain caring for flowers and plants; Sunshine cares for the earth, mom. When you are old, I will take care of you!