Kinship

This story was left on the table in my office.  It was written by one of my students, but I don’t know which one.  And her mother is probably around 40 to 60 years old.

Last time I told you a love story, I wants to tell you about the story of friendship and a family story next semester.  But it looks at as if to be long time.  So I can’t wait.

Today I am going to tell you what the deepest reflection I got last winter break.  One day I mother told me with a usual tone, “My face is so dry.”  I just was interested in the program on TV about being beautiful and I didn’t turn my head to my mother, carelessly listening to the worlds.  But when I saw her, the person who had been with me for 21 years old was very unfamiliar.  I didn’t know when the wrinkles climbed her face.  I didn’t know when there was some exposed white hair and I didn’t know when she had her humpback because of heavy load.  I didn’t know…

Didn’t want my mother to take notice of my change.  I just said in soft and low voice, “oh, just use some skin care product is OK.”

I had no spirit to continue to watch TV.  As I turning it off, I was lost into thought.  Regret and self-accusation full of my heart.  My mother sacrifice her whole life for my body and mind and I didn’t care her very much.  I was thinking why I didn’t do anything for her?  I had never read books about elderly people health care.  I had never realized (unrecognizable word) was so important for a woman? What makes me by my mother loves me and ignore her change?

Nothing can replace a mother’s love and care. I love my mother and my father!