This
story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn't enough to
eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice. While
she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say "Eat this rice,
son! I'm not hungry."
This was
Mother's First Lie.
As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in
a river near our house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give
me a little bit more nutritious
food for my growth.
Once she had caught just two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating
the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat what was still left on the bone of
the fish I had eaten; My heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other
fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, "Eat
this fish, son! I don't really like fish."
This was
Mother's Second Lie.
Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to
a Match Factory to bring home some used matchboxes which she filled with fresh
matchsticks. This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One wintry
night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said,
"Mother, go to sleep; it's late: you can continue working tomorrow morning."
Mother smiled and said "Go to sleep, son! I'm not tired."
This was
Mother's Third Lie
When
I had to sit my Final
Examination, Mother
accompanied me. After dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of
the sun. When the bell rang, I ran to meet her.. Mother embraced me and
poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as
strong as my Mother's love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration; I at once
gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said "Drink, son! I'm
not thirsty!".
This was
Mother's Fourth Lie.
After
Father's death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent. She held on to
her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our family's life was more
complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing our family's condition
worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house came to help us solve our
problems big and small.
Our other neighbours saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying "I don't need love."
Our other neighbours saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying "I don't need love."
This was
Mother's Fifth Lie.
After
I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my old Mother to
retire but she carried on going to the market every morning just to sell a few
vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was steadfast and even sent
the money back to me. She said, "I have enough money."
That was
Mother's Sixth Lie.
I
continued my part-time studies for my Master's Degree. Funded by the
American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies. With a big
jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in America but
Mother didn't want to bother her son; she said to me "I'm not used to high
living."
That was
Mother's Seventh Lie
In
her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized. Now
living far across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was bedridden
after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was heartbroken because she was
so thin and feeble but Mother said, "Don't cry, son! I'm not in
pain."
That was
Mother's Eighth Lie.
Telling me this,
her eighth lie, she died.
YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!
M - O - T
- H - E - R
"M" is for the Million things she gave me,
"M" is for the Million things she gave me,
"O"
means Only that she's growing old,
"T" is
for the Tears she shed to save me,
"H" is
for her Heart of gold,
"E" is
for her Eyes with love-light shining in them,
"R"
means Right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all
together, they spell "MOTHER"
a word that means the world to me.
For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom's presence on Earth, this story is beautiful. For those who aren't so blessed, this is even more beautiful.
a word that means the world to me.
For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom's presence on Earth, this story is beautiful. For those who aren't so blessed, this is even more beautiful.
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