This afternoon, my mother told me to peel tangerines for my sister to eat, but forgot to tell me how many to peel. I went into the kitchen, looked at the basket of fresh tangerines and wondered how much I should peel. She’s still young, she definitely can’t eat much, but I don’t want to peel too little, I’m afraid she won’t be satisfied before it’s gone. So I decided to peel one fruit, then another. Seeing her eat deliciously, I felt happier. When I saw her starting to slow down, I knew it was enough. Thanks to my mother forgetting to tell me, I had the opportunity to make my own decisions and understand more about the care for my sister.
