The first note I ever wrote for my mother said "Hi, Mom！Have a nice day! Love, Marie!". I was twelve when I wrote it, and I folded the1into her change purse（零钱包）.
My mother worked as a cleaner in a clothing factory. I knew that when she 2meals in the dining hall, she would have to look for change in her purse. I didn't know that she would be3that note, and always carry it with her.
From the day that I4folded the small piece of paper into my mother's change purse, she and I left each other5notes. They would be put in the fridge, under a lamp, or beside the TV set. I6found one hidden in my shoe. From the outside, our notes may have been general 7 of our days, ideas and wishes. But to my mother and8, they were a lifeline-a communication with each other that no one else 9.
On October 20, 2016, my mother died after a long illness. I stood near her bed, 10her hand. I didn't cry the day my mom died, 11I didn't cry a week later when I went to collect her things. I was so thankful that she no longer had aches and12.
Recently, I found a note that my mom. had 13 me. It had been hidden in the 14 of my favorite childhood book for years. It read"Dear Marie, I love you always. Miss you a lot. Don't forget me. Be15! Love, Mom·"That day, I cried.
