My mother sat down beside my bed, looking at me up and down, and she stopped talking.She was wearing a black professional suit today, a slim waist-hugging suit paired with a white silk shirt, and a large bow on the collar just blocked the plump breasts that attracted men's eyes. The length of the skirt was just above the knee, and it was paired with black stockings and high heels, solemn and charming.Usually, the first thing my mother does when she gets home from get off work is to change her shoes and clothes. Only by taking off her tiring high heels and stereotypical professional outfits and changing into comfortable cloth shoes and home skirts can she truly relax.Her habit has never changed since I can remember.What happened that made the always smart and capable mother cry red?And it also broke her life habits that she had maintained for many years?