Scenes from childhood\ “Mom, should I change my clothes?” Mom pulled me over, looked at me, and said, “You've only worn them for two or three days, they're not dirty yet, wear them a few more days.” In the end, I obediently went along T^T\Scenes from adulthood\ “Shouldn't you change your clothes?” I looked and said, “I've only worn them for three or two days, there's no dust, I'll change them later.” Mom said, “They're already this dirty, and you want to wait?” Saying that, she even brought me clothes. I replied, “Mom, I haven't even sweated, and you can't see any dirt on them, I'll wear them a few more days.” Mom said, “No, they're too dirty, remember to change.” Saying this, she turned and left, leaving me a mess in the wind…\In the end, I still gave in ●ｖ●
What exactly is going on? Have I changed? Or has Mom changed? Why did it become like this? (Classmates, please help me think about this, and I also welcome you to share your own reflections or experiences)
