Mango Pumpkin

Today in my heart, it is a special day. Every year this day I miss her more and more. Actually, this month she came and left, and she raised me, and she taught me so many things. She's my mother. She's a great, delicious, wonderful mother. In the old days, my mother had told me that a penny was for 20 cents, and that it was important to save money, but not to make it hard for the children. At the beginning of my memory, I'm sure there's cakes for my birthday. The old cake was a triangle or a quadrilateral, either in the middle or on the side of a fine white cream, with a small grain of red or yellow fruit. The taste of that cake is something I still remember. Today I made naked pumpkin twirling cakes because Mom didn't like the smell of milk, so I made them out of pumpkin mud, so they baked a piece of cake that smelled like fruit。