Favorite gift

 　　Every weekend, I take my kids to visit my mother.

　　My mother lives alone and doesn't usually interact with the neighbors in the community. Her only hobby is to go downstairs to pick up cardboard boxes, store them on the balcony, collect a certain amount and send them to the junkyard for sale. I have strongly opposed, persuaded, and argued before, but all of them were ineffective, making each other unhappy.

　　Later, my son who was in elementary school advised me: Don't you say that you should be happy when you are a human being? Since grandma can be happy picking up cardboard boxes, why should we stop her?

　　Think about it.

　　After that, every time I passed by the trash can in the community, if I saw a cardboard box, my son would go to get it. When you get to grandma's house, give it to her as a gift. I found that my mother took it happily every time, with a smile on her face, much happier than taking the money and nutritional supplements I gave her.

　　Because of different ages and experiences, people often have different views on the same thing, or even vastly different. For example, I think those cardboard boxes are ragged and dirty, but in my mother's eyes, they are very useful items, and they can give her something to look forward to, make a difference, and get joy from it every day.

　　I suddenly thought, what is a mother's favorite gift? It's not money or nutrition, but it's not against what she's doing and goes with her heart.