What is never far from composition?

That day, I got 100 in math. I walked on the road, the sun was shining, the flowers were blooming happily, and the birds were singing, as if celebrating for me.

I went home and showed my mother the test paper. My mother only said, "Keep trying next time." After that, I went to cook, and my original happy mood became extremely wronged. I thought: I got a hundred points in the exam, why not give me a reward?

I accidentally twisted my foot in the park the next day and couldn't walk well. My mother came to see me and saw that I twisted my foot. She quickly took me to the hospital. I am lying in my mother's arms, very warm.

When I got to the hospital, the doctor said nothing, and my mother was relieved. She gave a long sigh and fell asleep. I sat beside my mother, and a warm current flowed into my body. I feel particularly warm. I thought: My mother doesn't love me!

Mom woke up, looked at my feet and asked anxiously, "Are you okay?" I smiled and said, "Nothing."

Later, I gradually forgot everything about the last exam. All I remember is that my mother went to the hospital behind my back.

I no longer dwell on those unhappy things, because my mother's love is never far away. I will never forget my mother's love.