I received this email from a male friend, and it touched me so much that I decided to share it here.
EIGHT LIES OF A MOTHER
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 gave 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 the 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 neighbors 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 old age, 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,
"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.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
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4 comments:
I'm deeply touched by this. It is a great reminder to pay attention to what people don't say. God bless, and thanks for stopping by.
Just back again to wish you a blessed Sunday!
I saw this on another blog just today. I guess you shared it with her. Yours made me cry too.
Posted this story too. It's where cybercelt read the story. Got moved by it when you sent this in my mail. Mama died of cancer & her story all welled out from my memory by just the first few lines. How I really miss her...
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