I have never met my mother, my mother in my memory is a blank, although such a blank did not affect my growth into a strong man, but how much some regret. When I was very young, I asked my father about my mother. My father said that her mother was dead. This is all he has said about her. Every time I answer this question, it is just a repetition of this conclusion. However, his words did not dispel my curiosity about my mother. No matter how resolutely she left us, I couldn’t stop missing her. After all, I was born.