New Year's Eve, the elderly at home to prepare and bread dumplings. To the kitchen to get some basins, the elderly are at the foot of a stool inattentive stumbled threw legs folded. To wait until her mycooldesigner.co.ukson took her to the hospital, filmmaking, finished late at night after splint. However, the elderly do not want to stay in hospital, stubbornly to return home New Year. Son to know his mother's temper, nod promised. Though this is the New Year's Eve, there are many taxis on the street come and go, but the son has not called vehicles, but also carefully to the mother's back. Son's back generous warm, none of the taxi bumps turbulence. Along the way, mother and son Ed Hardytalked and laughed. They are nearing home, my son smiled and the mother said: "Mother, a child I was sick, you are carrying me to see a doctor. Remember you had asked me a question? You ask me, if one day you get older, walking not move, I will not back you? mother, and now I'm carrying you do. "heard these words, the elderly have fallen almost a happy tear. Few decades ago, a funny children's jokes, which had long been forgotten without a trace, never thought that her son went so far as has been borne in mind in mind. Back and being back, but a change of position, while the mother and son, this world has the kind of lick calf Wife is sufficient to penetrate the barriers days, soak into the depths the heart.