OnSundayevening,Iendcomingwater,letmothersatonthechair.Atthistime,Ifelthot,Ihesitated,slowlystretchedoutmyhand,Ifoundthatmyhandwasquiveringslightly.Motherseemstoreadmydistress,hergentlythroughmyhands,kindlysaidtome:"youdon'twash,oramIwashyourown!""No,Icome."Ialsodon'tknowwhereofcourage,fiercelyputhishandintothebowl,gentlypulledupwater,rinsehismom'sfeet.Ah!Mother'sfeethavealayerofthecocoon,Ibecarefulofpetting.Q:"mom,painful?"Shesmiledandsaid:"sillychild,cocoonsonhowpain?Remember?Whenyouwereaboywasverynaughty,Igiveyouwashfeet,youarealwayswiththoselittlefeetonthesurfaceofthewater,Icametosplashisallwater,youstilllaugh,reallynaughty!Nowyougrowup,washfeetformother.Mymotherisold!"Ilookedupandsawmomiswipedeyes."Mom,I."atthistime,Icouldnotspeak,Iforjustindecisionandfeelashamed.
AndIpulledupwater,gentlyrub,rubmotherfeeteverypart.Washgood,Iwiththetowelmotherfootgentlydry.Motherlaughed,andhavethepleasuretolaugh,happysmile,Ifromhersmileandfoundthatglitteringandtranslucentandtears.Atthistime,Ifeelrelaxedalotof.inthefuture,Iwillcontinuetogivemomtowashthefeet.