>The story began when I was a child; I was born as a son of a poor >family. > >Even for eating, we often got lack of food. Whenever the time for eating, >mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was removing her rice >into my bowl, she would say: "Eat this rice, son. I'm not hungry" > >------ MOTHER'S FIRST LIE > > When I was getting to grow up, the persevering mother gave her spare >time for fishing in a river near our house, she hoped that from the fishes >she got, she could gave me a little bit nutritious food for my growth. >After fishing, she would cook the fishes to be a fresh fish soup, which >raised my appetite. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me >and eat the rest meat of fish, which was still on the bone of the fish I >ate. My heart was touched when I saw it. I then used my chopstick and gave >the other fish to her. But she immediately refused it and said: "Eat this >fish, son. I don't really like fish." > >------------ MOTHER'S SECOND LIE > > Then, when I was in Junior High School, to fund my study, mother went >to an economic enterprise to bring some used-matches boxes that would be >stuck in. It gave her some money for covering our needs. As the winter >came, I woke up from my sleep and looked at my mother who was still awoke, >supported by a little candlelight and within her perseverance she continued >the work of sticking some used-matches box. I said, "Mother, go to sleep, >it's late, tomorrow morning you still have to go for work." Mother smiled >and said: "Go to sleep, dear. I'm not tired." > >-------------MOTHER'S THIRD LIE > > At the time of final term, mother asked for a leave from her work in >order to accompany me. While the daytime was coming and the heat of the sun >was starting to shine, the strong and persevering mother waited for me >under the heat of the sun's shine for several hours. As the bell rang, >which indicated that the final exam had finished, mother immediately >welcomed me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared before in a >cold bottle. The very thick tea was not as thick as my mother's love, which >was much thicker. Seeing my mother covering with perspiration, I at once >gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said: "Drink, son. I'm >not thirsty!" > >----------- MOTHER'S FORTH LIE > > After the death of my father because of illness, my poor mother had to >play her role as a single parent. By held on her former job, she had to >fund our needs alone. Our family's life was more complicated. No days >without sufferance. Seeing our family's condition that was getting worse, >there was a nice uncle who lived near my house came to help us, either in a >big problem and a small problem. Our other neighbors who lived next to us >saw that our family's life was so unfortunate, they often advised my mother >to marry again. But mother, who was stubborn, didn't care to their advice, >she said: "I don't need love" > >------------------ MOTHER'S FIFTH LIE > > After I had finished my study and then got a job, it was the time for >my old mother to retire. But she didn't want to; she was sincere to go to >the marketplace every morning, just to sell some vegetable for fulfilling >her needs. I, who worked in the other city, often sent her some money to >help her in fulfilling her needs, but she was stubborn for not accepting >the money. She even sent the money back to me. She said: "I have enough >money." > >---------------- MOTHER'S SIXTH LIE > > After graduated from Bachelor Degree, I then continued my study to >Master Degree. I took the degree, which was funded by a company through a >scholarship program, from a famous University in America. I finally worked >in the company. Within a quite high salary, I intended to take my mother to >enjoy her life in America. But my lovely mother didn't want to bother her >son, she said to me: "I'm not used to." > >------------------ MOTHER'S SEVENTH LIE > > After entering her old age, mother got a flank cancer and had to be >hospitalized. I, who lived in miles away and across the ocean, directly >went home to visit my dearest mother. She lied down in weakness on her bed >after having an operation. Mother, who looked so old, was staring at me in >deep yearn. She tried to spread her smile on her face; even it looked so >stiff because of the disease she held out. It was clear enough to see how >the disease broke my mother's body, thus she looked so weak and thin. I >stared at my mother within tears flowing on my face. My heart was hurt, so >hurt, seeing my mother on that condition. But mother, with her strength, >said: "Don't cry, my dear. I'm not in pain." > >----------------- MOTHER'S EIGHTH LIE > > After saying her eighth lie, my dearest mother closed her eyes >forever. > >_______________________________________________________________________________ > > From the story above, I believe that you, my dear friends, feel >touched and eager to say: "Thank you, Mom!" Let's try to think, friends. >How long haven't we called our parents? How long haven't we spent our time >for chatting with them? During our crowded activities, we always have >thousands reasons to leave our lonely parents. > > We always forget to our parents who stay at home. If comparing with >our girlfriend, we surely give our care more to her. As a proof, we always >worry on her condition. Worry about whether she has eaten or not, worry >about whether she will be happy if she is beside us someday. > > However, have we ever worried about our parents? Worry about whether >they have eaten or not? Worry about whether they are happy or not? Is it >true? If the answer is yes, let's try to think again... At the time that we >still have the chance to payback their kindness, do it the best... > > > > > > > | |||
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