after the delicious supper, i went to bed early. i wanted to chew up my happiness carefully. i went to sleep with a sweet dream. suddenly i was waken up by some slight sounds. i opened my eyes and saw that my mom was sitting in the faint light. she was becoming so old before i know. years had turned her black hair into gray, and ages had ploughed deeply in her face, and every wrinkle was a story of hardship of living. she opened a drawer, and took out a small box. from the small box, she took something out cautiously, and then began to count. oh it was money! she was counting it slowly and carefully , then signed deeply. i took hold of the blanket tightly, and clenched my teeth. something in my throat choked me, and i almost couldn`t breathe. mom suddenly tuned to me. i closed my painful eyes and pretend to sleep soundly. she patted my head with slow, gentle strokes. a strong wave of emotion came over me, i burst into tears. mom took me into her arms and held me tightly. after a while, she wiped away my tears and looked into my eyes, "everything would be better tomorrow." her magic words filled me with strength and energy.
      i slept soundly in her powerful arms with that firm belief: tomorrow, everything would be better!