I wrote an paper for my mom,need your help for the grammar.thank you.

I wrote a paper for mom as homework.I check it for several times but there still must be many mistakes.
I want someone could help me. Thank you very much!

The Hand That Rocks the Cradle

SUBSTRACT: This article begin with a conversation between a daughter and her mother, depicting daughter’ thoughts about the relationship. And she found the distance between them becomes grater as she grows up. She doubt if her mother still loves her as before. But finally the girl knew that the way her mother raised her, though seemed indulgingly, was the way she expressed her love for her. After a common phone call she eventually felt the love from her mother.

KEYWORDS: conversation distance doubt care love

“Tell me what you were like when you were my age, mom?” I asked my mother, one winter afternoon when I was home from college. My mother stopped her sewing and looked up surprised at my question.

But I was not surprise at all about mom’s reaction of such a question. In fact, since I had gone to senior high school, We rarely talked about something related to feeling and emotion but my study or physical condition?I still remembered when I was a junior high school student I backed home every weekend and told my mom everything happened in school excitedly even an bagatelle. And mom was listening and smiling and experiencing her dear daughter’ grow. As time passed by, for either the trifles was not worth to talk about again or she didn’t willing to talk, the girl who once shared her everything with her mother had her own life now and didn’t rely on her mother anymore. I didn’t know if her mother should proud for her little daughter can took care of herself in school where far from home. I didn’t know if the decision to sent me who was only nine yeas old to the middle school which further but better was a good idea for them then.

After what seemed like a long time she answered, “I was never like you. I never dreamed of being a professor, engineer, or anything. I was the eldest of four children, and every waking moment was filled with work and responsibilities to keep the family clothes and feed. Back then, there was only one career for girls, and it was being a hard-working woman. But I was lucky for your grandpa let me went to school.……”My mother grew up in GuiZhou, where like most other people during radical turbulent times with her family in a remote village. In our culture, son, the bearers of the family name, takes precedence over daughter. Since poorness, many baby girls were abandoned by their cruelhearted parents who wholehearted got a boy. Girls who lucky survived also had little chance to obtain education even their parents could afforded and girls were taught their lives were foreordained.

So, I understand what the lucky means.

“Men are more important then.” my mother would tell me when I asked about mom’ childhood. “When you were born, your grandma didn’t care about at all just for you are a girl. If not your good performance on your study......also good manners too, no one would like you. ”mom apparently recalled the hour of trial and sighed with a bit querimony. I smiled and said“really?”

Mother is authority over my life. Mother is eldership in my life. She is thoughtful but not strict. I feel not only warm but also reverence and grateful.

Nothing appeared unpalatable.

So when I first arrived in this city, just stunt by the way one of my roommate together with her mother. They go to cinema and KTV together. They discuss my classmate’ boyfriend-plan. Even her mother sometimes performed as an young girl in a cold war. More than that is their natural sense of equality, they truly are good friends. I awaked from a long dream and knew that for the first time mother could also be friend like that.

Then, I seemed suddenly understand what the generation gap is. Mothers should intervene daughter’ unreasoning love but my mom hasn’t asked me at all. Mothers should warn daughters not too concern their dress to ignore their study but my mom just asks me to buy more. Mothers should supervise daughter her future but my mom said nothing about my application for university. When I took a diploma home, she never say something as“good job or try hard for another one.”My mom seemed never require me to as another mother do to her child. Dose mom expects nothing of me? Is there a great distance between mom and me?

Give mom a ring, an idea appeared in my mind.

“Hello?”a familiar tone sounded .

“mom, it is me.”I said.

“Oh, how is everything going?”mom asked and surprised?

“well “I said.

Then I asked how grandpa and grandma were and if my younger brother performed well in school.

At the end, mom said“Take care of your self. Don’t stay up all night and take a rest after hours work. Don’t go somewhere along at night. Don’t…… ”

“OK”hung out the phone, Tears rolled down my cheeks. I almost have heard those words for ten years.

I should know that mom actually lays her hope on me. It is not to be a world-beater or got a moneyed life. She hopes me to be safe and healthy and without loaded with expectation. She never said she loves me, but I know she dose. I want to say“me too.”

The hand that rocks the cradle is powerful but gentle.