After breakfast in the morning, my mother came to ask me to go shopping． She told me that she a new dress． I don’t usually like to go shopping and I’m not a(n) person, but we went to the mall together． We visited nearly every that sold ladies’ dresses, and my mother dress after dress, giving all of them up． the day went on, I grew tired．
Finally, at our shop, my mother tried on a lovely blue three-piece dress． The had a bow (蝴蝶结) at the neckline, and as I stood in the dressing room with her, I as she tried, with much difficulty, to tie the bow． Her hands were so badly from arthritis (关节炎) that she couldn’t do it． , my impatience gave way to a great wave of compassion (同情) for her． I turned away(避开，走开) to try and the tears filling my eyes． I managed to myself down and turned back to tie the bow for her．
Our shopping trip was over, but the was left in my memory． For the rest of the day, my mind returning to that moment in the dressing room and to the moment of my mother’s trying to tie that bow． Those hands had fed me, bathed me and dressed me． She had also me whenever I felt sad． And they were now touching me in the unforgettable manner．
