I continued my part-time studies for my Master's Degree. I kept sending her money but she was steadfast and even sent the money back to me. But Mother refused to remarry saying "I don't need love."Īfter I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my old Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning just to sell a few vegetables. Our other neighbors saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother to marry again. Seeing our family's condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house came to help us solve our problems big and small. She held on to her former job she had to fund our needs alone. Mother said "Drink, son! I'm not thirsty!".Īfter Father's death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent. The tea was not as strong as my Mother's love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration, I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother embraced me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. After dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun.
When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me.
So I said, "Mother, go to sleep it's late: you can continue working tomorrow morning." Mother smiled and said "Go to sleep, son! I'm not tired." One wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. This helped her get some money to cover our needs. Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to bring home some used matchboxes which she filled with fresh matchsticks. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, "Eat this fish, son! I don't really like fish." While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat the what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten, My heart was touched when I saw it. Once she had caught just two fish, she would make fish soup. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say "Eat this rice, son! I'm not hungry."Īs I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice. This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor.
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