Confession color scheme in hand, Mom's smile shines brighter than a gift

Looking back on the past year, my mother has always been busy, warming up breakfast before waking up, picking up the child in the afternoon, and tidying up. When she rarely takes a break, she uses her old phone to browse through photo albums: sometimes looking at pictures of the baby just crawling, and sometimes talking about last time the whole family took a group photo. In fact, my mother also loves to record her life, but she always points the camera at us, and rarely appears in the picture.