There is an urgent need for an essay narrative article of about 6 words, which requires emotional conflict, climax, touching and preferably family! !

The wardrobe at home has not been cleaned for a long time, and suddenly a small white cotton bag was found in the corner. The parcel was heavy, but when I opened it, I found it was a few stones. I don't know who played a prank and put this useless stone in the closet. It has no collection value, neither insect repellent nor fragrance, just the kind that can be seen everywhere. So I threw it in the garbage. When replacing the cotton mattress on the bed, I found another one on each side of the bed. Then the bedside cupboard, then the bookcase, then the computer desk, and then the sofa in the living room----------it is everywhere and even in size. I had to smile bitterly, and then I threw them in the trash can one by one. My wife's lazy brain really didn't have the energy to think about who brought it and who misplaced it. At noon, just after dinner, my mother called. My lazy and itchy words made my mother mistakenly think that she was ill, and the other end of the phone immediately panicked. My repeated explanations can't dispel my mother's doubts. Mother asked me to go to the hospital later; Ask me later if I had lunch and what I had. After a while, I said that when it gets cold, be careful not to catch cold. If you don't want to cook after work, just buy some ready-made good meals. While watching TV, I took pains to listen to my mother's nagging. Mother said, "Today is the first day of junior high school. I just came back from burning incense in Mount Tai. I met a face-to-face person and said that I am blessed and my children are promising. Then I said that you can't get married too early, and next year is the best." Although I said it was a lie, my mother insisted, "He is very accurate in calculation, and besides, people don't want money." However, my mother finally said, "I don't think it's easy for others. I'm still a monk in Shaolin Temple. Just give him 1 yuan's incense money." My mother is such a person. In my memory, I always ride my bike to Mount Tai in Hongmen to burn incense and pray. My son is the one who talks about it the most. Although I know this is superstition, it is not necessarily a bad thing to think that she always has the opportunity to climb mountains and exercise her muscles twice a month. So it will no longer stop. Recently, however, my mother has another habit, which always counts as a divination every month, and of course, it mainly counts my recent health, everything goes well, my marriage situation and so on. But whatever she thinks about all the time, she has to calculate it. If it is good, the first thing to do when she comes home is to call me and tell me cheerfully and embellishingly. I advised my mother not to believe this. It's a trick to cheat money, but my mother always refuses to listen. Like burning incense, it has become a monthly practice. Some time ago, a monk who claimed to be Shaolin Temple said that my family's geomantic omen is good, and if we add another bodhisattva, our children and grandchildren will be full of wealth. Mother did not say anything, so she paid 2 yuan for a statue. The other party also gave his mother a post saying that it was free to burn incense and worship Buddha in Shaolin Temple with this post. When my mother told me this, I just met a nice girl, and my mother became more devout. She was sure that this bodhisattva was a blessing. I only have a wry smile, thinking that as long as my mother is happy, let her be. It's just that every time I hear her relay such words to me, I'm disgusted. This time is no exception. I interrupt my mother from time to time. Mother said, "what people say is accurate. He said that you are lucky to work in other places, and that you are a penholder. Are you sure?" -""He also said that there are some treasures in your house, which can ward off evil spirits.-"I said grumpily," There are no treasures, just a few broken stones! " "-------You see, how accurate he is. I just remembered that it is not a broken stone. It is the Taishan stone that I brought to you last time. It is a treasure to ward off evil spirits. Please keep it, don't touch it!" Stone? Those stones! ? I suddenly remembered the last time my mother came, when the train line was being rectified and the train station time was uncertain. Before I left, my mother kept calling and asked me what I wanted to eat. I said Qingdao has everything, so don't bring it. But my mother always said uneasily, buy a chicken, a dozen catties of ribs, some pancakes and some pecans-"Mom, there's everything here, don't bring it-----can you carry it?" "Take a taxi to the station. You can pick it up when you get off the train. You still need me to take it. Don't worry!" "If you really want to take something, bring me some books. I'll hang the books at home, and don't bring anything else!" The night before I waited for my mother's arrival, I lost sleep. Thinking about her carrying big bags and small bags made me feel bad. Knowing that I couldn't stop my mother, I made an appointment with my friends to meet my mother at the station day and night. Thinking about it, I suddenly saw my mother come to my bed and cover me with a quilt. I woke up with a start, and when I opened my eyes, my mother was smiling in front of my bed. "Why are you awake? Go to sleep quickly, and go to work tomorrow? " In an instant, I lay down again and woke up for a moment. I rubbed my eyes and finally saw that it was my mother who was busy packing. "Mom, you scared me to death. Aren't you coming tomorrow night?" "Who knows what time we will arrive at the station in the evening? I'm afraid it will affect your rest. Anyway, I have my key and I can come whenever I want." "Mama-"I have nothing to say, so I have to help my mother sort out the big bags. My mother brought the books that I care most about, and the chicken, ribs, walnuts and pancakes that I didn't want her to bring, and there was a bag of useless stones under the luggage. I don't know how my mother brought a few kilograms of things, and then she walked to my home from the station in the middle of the night-look at my mother's weak shoulders. I really don't know whether to thank or complain. In a word, my mother didn't give me a chance to talk that night and hurried me to bed. "Those stones are Taishan stones to ward off evil spirits. I put them in your bedside, cupboard, corner and living room last time-it is the treasure to keep you safe. You said how accurate the monk was-put them away, don't move, it will bless you!" I was silent, my nose was astringent, and my eyes couldn't help but get wet. Hang up the phone in my mother's exhortation, and I put those stones back in their original places. I know that they are my mother's heart and my mother's stones! My mother's stone is the same as my mother's heart. It is never cold. It can always warm my heart and make me feel my mother's concern. But do I always miss my mother?