My mom …


A Touching Story : One eye mom
(Sometimes We Need to Know the Beginning) very touching…… pls read.

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. 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? If 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, 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 cuz I hated my one-eye mom and our desperate poverty.. then I studied real 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.. 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 trying to make that real. I screamed at her, “how dare you come to my
house and scare my daughter!”

and to this, my mother quietly answered, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,”
and she disappeared out of sight.

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. So, lying to my wife that I was going on a business trip, I went.

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.

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… and 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 mom, 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 of times that you were angry with me… I thought to myself, ‘it’s because he loves me..’ my son… oh, my son…



About Gintai_昇泰

I'm a Chinese Singaporean living in the Eastern part of Singapore. I tweet on current affairs & inspirational quotes. I blog on issues or events if they interest me. I write for pleasure. I also write mainly for my family and friends. At least they know I'm still alive and well. It's a free country. No one is forcing you to read if you don't like what I write. I'm entitled to my own opinions. Having said that, there are still retards, morons and losers out there hiding behind anonymity hurling all kinds of insults and wicked remarks on my blog. I guess we'll just have to live with these cowardly mangy dogs found in any society. Sigh!
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2 Responses to My mom …

  1. bookjunkie says:

    this story is so utterly painful. I can’t bear it when I think of the rejection the mother faced by the son she rescued. Just hope it’s not a true story.

    I think mothers are divine and there is nothing like a mother’s love. Extremely touched by the unconditional love of mothers.

  2. Yes rather heart wrenching! Reminds me of
    Petronas Chinese New Year: Old Folk's

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