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MY MOTHER

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For along long time, human beings have regarded mother as a wonderful gift of nature. To the Vietnamese, a mother is respected and praised the most. This is the reason that today I am thinking of my mother with my whole heart and mind. I love my mom not only because I'm Vietnamese, but also her life is the bright mirror for my life.
Living in the countless harshness of infancy, my mother defeated it by her own spirit. She was born in a poor family where there were a respectful father, a gang of siblings and an unlucky mother who had a little nerve-sickness and a bad temper. So, when my mother was bringing up her aspiration, she had to leave for school to serve the family. Although she faced my challenges, she kept a kind heart. She loved her parents, who suffered from many difficulties. Above all, she loved her dad, who was a brave solder and a self-sacrificing father. He became a strong arm to take her through the difficulties. She loved her grandmother, who had a kind heart and told many marvelous fairytales. Grandmother became a smooth hand to reduce her heart. Sometimes, when someone had difficulties, she was ready to help.
Many people believe that a good person will have a good life, but my mother's life isn't like that. During ten years, she tasted the bitterness in her husband's family. It was a result of marriage without love. Living in her husband's house, she had to work hard all day. The burden was double when she was pregnant. Moreover, her husband didn't have sympathy for her and her siblings-in-law looked down on her. However, she had a caring from father-in-law and neighbors, which was a sweet candy of her life. Anyway, the sweet candy was nothing when it was dipped in a cup of bitter tea.
I wonder what I would do if I were my mom at that time. I would accept the misfortune, wouldn't you? But my mother didn't do that. She made her own decision. Both of my parents accepted to leave for their big family and live far from their children. As a result, they took five years to change their lives. Thanks to being hard-working, my parents had their own small house. Since they had new friends and neighbors, they had been changing. They had the friends who always encouraged them to play sports. They had the neighbors who always listened and shared with her feelings. They hadn’t ever had happiness like that before.
However, in her innermost feelings, my mother’s desire was to bring up her children and see them mature. As a result, there was a coming back trip to make a change. Since my parents had gone back to their big family, everything had changed. My mother had been gradually looked up to. Day by day, our lives- her children’ lives- had been covered by our mother’s warm arms. It was the first time we had enjoyed the delicious food made by our mother’s hand. We had been more healthy and happy. With her gentle voice and normal stories, the lesson of lives had been going through our mind. The time flew by. One day, I realized that I was much more mature than before, and I knew who made this feat.
During four years, she had been living with the aspiration to see her children step into life steadily and peacefully. Now, my younger sister has become a national badminton player, and I have become a student of a university, although I have to live far from my nest. Anyway, in every dream, I can see and feel her satisfactory smile.
Fifteen years is not a long time of a human life, but is enough for anyone who has to taste the bitter flavors of life. I wonder what I would do in my mother’s situation. Would I consent to misfortune or struggle against it? Would I accept to leave happiness for my own aspiration? My mother is not the solder in war, but she is the brave solder of life. I owe her thousands of thanks because she gave me a healthy body, a loving heart and a number of profound lessons. However, the most acute lesson of life is my mother’s life.

Comments

Sampaguita Flores's picture

I was touched in your post.

I was touched in your post. It reminded me of how much I loved my mama and my late grandmama.Thank you for sharing.

Take care,
Sampy

oanhluu's picture

Why do you have to say

Why do you have to say thanks? Both of us love our own mother, don't we?

oanh

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