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A True Life Story... by kabayomi(m): 6:49pm On Jul 23, 2013
My mom only had one eye. I hated her… she was such
an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea
market. She collected little weeds and such to sell…
anything for the money we needed she was such an
embarrassment. There was this one day during
elementary school.
I remember that it was field day, and my mom came.
I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I
threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at
school… “Your mom only has one eye?!” and they
taunted me.
I wished that my mom would just disappear from this
world so I said to my mom, “Mom, why don’t you have
the other eye?! You’re only going to make me a
laughingstock. Why don’t you just die?” My mom did
not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same
time, it felt good to think that I had said what I’d
wanted to say all this time. Maybe it was because my
mom hadn’t punished me, but I didn’t think that I had
hurt her feelings very badly.
That night… I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get
a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so
quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I
took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of
the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something
pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I
hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye.
So I told myself that I would grow up and become
successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our
desperate poverty.
Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came
to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul
University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got
married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had
kids, too. Now I’m living happily as a successful man.
I like it here because it’s a place that doesn’t remind
me of my mom.
This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when
someone unexpected came to see me “What?! Who’s
this?!” It was my mother… Still with her one eye. It
felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My
little girl ran away, scared of my mom’s eye.
And I asked her, “Who are you? I don’t know you!!”
as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her
“How dare you come to my house and scare my
daughter! Get out of here now!!” And to this, my
mother quietly answered, “oh, I’m so sorry. I may
have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared.
Thank goodness… she doesn’t recognize me. I was quite
relieved. I told myself that I wasn’t going to care, or
think about this for the rest of my life.
Then a wave of relief came upon me… one day, a
letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I
lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business
trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack,
that I used to call a house…just out of curiosity there,
I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did
not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her
hand…. it was a letter to me.
She wrote:
My son, I think my life has been long enough now.
And… I won’t visit Seoul anymore… but would it be
too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once
in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad
when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I
decided not to go to the school…. For you… I’m sorry
that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment
for you.You see, when you were very little, you got
into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I
couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with
only one eye… so I gave you mine… I was so proud of
my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in
my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for
anything you did. The couple times that you were
angry with me. I thought to myself, ‘it’s because he
loves me.’ I miss the times when you were still young
around me.I miss you so much. I love you. You mean
the world to me.
My World Shattered. I hated the person who only
lived for me . I cried for My Mother, I didn’t know of
any way that will make up for my worst deeds…
Moral: Never Ever hate anyone for their disabilities.
Never disrespect your parents, don’t ignore and under
estimate their sacrifices. They give us life, they raise
us better than they had been, they give and keep trying
to give better than they ever had. They never wish
unwell for their kids even in their wildest dreams.
They always try showing right path and being
motivator. Parents give up all for kids, forgive all
mistakes made by kids. There is no way to repay what
they done for kids, all we can do is try giving what
they need and it is just time, love and respect.

http://www.booksie.com/true_confessions/short_story/silentbutdeadly/a-mothers-sacrifice

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Re: A True Life Story... by EfemenaXY: 8:04pm On Jul 23, 2013
^^ Insightful writeup. Source?
Re: A True Life Story... by trixandra(f): 8:53pm On Jul 23, 2013
Nice but it's not new

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