Sunday, May 13, 2007 @7:24 PM
there was this mom who always pushed her son to do his best. in his primary school days, she made him sit and study for hours on end, and made sure that he scored 100% for all tests.
when he was in p4, he scored 99% for maths after spending just 1 hour doing a 2 hour paper. she blasted him with all her fury and told him that if he spent the last hour checking his work, the 1 mark wouldn't have been lost.
PSLE results came out, and the mom's sister-in-law came and asked "da sao! my son got 270, i'm so proud. how did yours do?"
"err. 252 only."
the son went on to a prestigious secondary school, got his 9A1s and went on to a top junior college and did well there too. he got into university on scholarship, met a girl on campus, got married, and settled down with a high paying job.
one day, the mom was grieved to find that her son wanted to file for a divorce with his wife.
cos the wife wanted to start a family, and the son was adamant against having children.
because throughout his entire childhood, he never once felt the love of a parent. and because of that, he knew he couldn't find it in his heart to love a child properly. he feared that the child would only fear him, just as he feared his own mother. and now, he didn't even want to see his mother. because of what she taught him to be.
the mother told pastor. "if i could turn back the clock, i wouldn't have pushed him so hard. i'd do anything, if he would just call me 'ma' again."
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i'd say that in the entire world, nobody loves us more than our mothers.
better perhaps, but not more.
i admire my mother a lot. she's the strongest, most loving, most understanding person i know.
and even though sometimes i lock my room door to get away from her, i still love her a lot.
and i hope to be someone like her when i grow up.
this mother's day wasn't the best of days for her. cos she missed her mom and my dad didn't permit her to go back in june. but there she still sits in the kitchen, with a peaceful look on her face, bent over some christian book, her reading glasses slipping down her nose.
my mom has beautiful eyes. it's light brown, with many dark brown spots. and the rim is green.
and it's weird how she got them cos my grandma's eyes are blue-grey. i wonder how my grandpa's eyes looked like. haha. maybe pink.
if the whole world were put into one scale, and my mother in the other, the whole world would kick the beam.
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