The composition "Maturity is-"is a semi-propositional composition of 600 words.

I just had a quarrel with my mother because of some trivial matters, so I closed the door tightly and hid in the bedroom to enjoy the rare silence during this time. I casually took down the new book I just bought on the shelf and lay in bed bored and read it. After reading one of the essays, "That night, I began to mature", I began to get lost in thought ... The story goes like this: one night, Vilija slept very late, and she occasionally heard a few sighs from her parents' room next door. After sighing a few times, she heard what her parents were talking about. This is her mother's voice: "Well, I heard that the company will lay off employees after work today, and I'm so worried that I will be fired ..." "Yes, I heard that our company will lay off employees, but I'm a college student." Dad replied. "I'm afraid I will be laid off. The child is going to report to junior high school soon. How can I afford the tuition of thousands of dollars? " Mom said again. "Yes, the child is good at everything, except spending money lavishly. He used to be very casual. Now let her be frugal. Will she listen? Talking to her too much, I am afraid it will affect my study. " "Yes, my child! By the way, it's too late. I will go to work tomorrow. Go to sleep. " Mom said softly. After hearing this, Vilija felt ashamed and tried her best to remember how she couldn't listen to her parents and how she contradicted them. Even more ashamed ... The next morning, Velia got up early and always prepared breakfast for her parents. After mom and dad got up, Vilija, who never cooks, was surprised, but didn't say anything. She just listened to her parents and was no longer as headstrong as before. Later, Vilija's parents were promoted instead of being laid off by the company, but she didn't spend money casually as before, because that night, Vilija began to mature. After reading this article, I thought of my parents. They have their own shop and they need to run it every day. Come home from work at night, because of some trivial things, I have to quarrel with them. Now think about it, I really don't understand my parents. It was really wrong to quarrel with them just now! So I gently opened the door and apologized to my mother. I think I should learn to be grateful and start to mature like Velia.