I've written a lot, write a lot, but never once wrote about her, though her mother was with me the most, is the longest and who truly loved me. Today i suddenly find that ...
Mother's gaze brought peace to me. The child accidentally saw her mother is quietly watching father and son, i suddenly feel at home is safe and warm. Where are the children going to either start, i always looked up to the door. I go through the paths are always carrying on his back a pair of eyes, like a piece of amulet peace.
Mother hands bound soul. The food, the corner of the house, the daily work ... Attaching miscellaneous small grooves on the minds of children. I found out that he had a habit of comparing very well be 'jeez my mom cooking this dish more delicious',' i'm just like my mother abc eat alone, i'm addicted to this dish 'or' my shelves mother i do zay that i teach, for it clean it neat 'or' stay at home mom or zay also for the sisters too ',' mom do other than your mother ... 'I discovered that any person i met women who think of mother and son, live in any place where they are living there made me miss you.
Step mother made me feel secure. Mother's feet with no dents, while walking on the tile floor always emit sounds' tit babbler tit babbler ', any day could not hear the sound that is impossible to go out and ask the father for an hour' where you go and take ', or is in a foreign sound that just rang me know as soon as the mother. Audio is copyrighted by the mother, but that is normal dad assured 3. Sometimes at 11am and 5pm sometimes i miss that sound, because now that her mother around the house to clean up. I lie and listen.
Voice brought her mother to the child's growth. The time she taught, the rod was attached to a sentence flashed up 'since this leaves listening', the battle heated arguments accompanying egos, the lingering resentment, all the time i told a skeptical skeptical or say something that from dawn to dusk (sometimes also brought out a few months later saying it) ... All as rains saturate the ground, you will never understand why mothers say so much until you encounter trouble from the outside. Mother did not teach you how to handle all situations, but she taught the children chose which everyone must hurt each other less.
Mother tears soften your heart, where you thought you would never understand. Yeah mother never understood why you did this, why you do that. How mother's efforts to try to change the useless, but she made me tear heartbreaking, painful scourging all and made hundreds of thousands of children have to adjust their lifestyle behaviors.
And mother, just one of the simple, normal women with normal jobs very well, that i have shed tears among many people writing this while sitting in a cafe. Just makes me happy to see that the left has so trivial compared to the love of the mother.
I had long ago forgotten kisses, warm hugs, words of love the mother and child. I think the thing that does not seem necessary (or do not have the courage to do?), because i remember when my mother did not remember the time i say love me, i do not remember the time shopping for mom the expensive items. I remember when mother, son remembered foremost as a mother figure, the mother or doing odd jobs, and then to the time i whip up, remember those times was a total insult. But i do not remember so vindictive, but i suddenly found i love you better than that at the moment (why then i do not know).
I do not write this to vu lan holidays, days 8-3 or days nothing else. I just write this on the day, a normal day I felt truly miss you, thinking of her mother's love. Written by true feelings in me.
I first wrote about her, so long as the cost is eye (and lose the form of an individual in the crowd anymore). And of course, i will hide this post as how the other children, his mother will never ever see. Because i love you so quietly, so quietly i will love you. And mothers, and children, will always wonder why never understand each other.
Why show love to strangers is easy, but could be hard to say that i love you?
