my love love As parent’s loving are like sea without boundary, today I want to write some for my parents. My father is my stepfather, but he treats me as his child, beyond my biological father. When I was in the middle school, my parents divorced and my mother finally got rid of the hell where my biological father hit my mother heavily. My bedroom door always had a hole that was kicked by him. I often glued a paper on it but my hole in my heart has never healed until now. I remember I saw my cute cat was thrown from five-storey flat and these were unforgotten experience, rooted in my deeper heart. When we were in the worst situation, my stepfather came into our lives. He put my mother and me in his heart. It happened a few days ago. My parent would come to Qingdao because my mother has an illness in liver and she need periodic review. I remember it was at 9pm in the evening of the last day, but my parents still made some cooking for me, for example meat and fish. They just wanted to give me a slap-up meal. In fact they carried food in half of a car including my favourate strawberries that took it 40yuans and they never want to buy something for themselves. My mother always complained I have not eaten some food and food is the way to express love in China. I have eaten these delicious food for more than 10 days. The most warm and assertive moment was when I resigned my job in Xingjiang Television and broadcasting. The ride to decide was not easy. For many people it was a dream job to meet different people and possess a higher state and a respective fame although I thought I was disappointed and upset to stay in so powerfully political environment that was like the world in “1984”. My parents never disturbed and prevented me and they trust my decision was reasonable even when I said I wanted to study at abroad. My mother said home was my best harbor to get rid of storm safely. They were my hero. I have never forgotten when my salary was so little that I could not earn a living, my mother often gave me some money in my unknown situation. She put money in some pockets and never told me until I came to Qingdao. It was like a hidden game and my mother always won because love could pass through everything. They are tolerant to receive all my faults, for example suddenly being mad without control. It is an article for my parents. I love them. I think life is a limited journey and I want to take them to see the world.