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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Razor Raymon" data-source="post: 1541438" data-attributes="member: 45937">EIGHT LIES OF A MOTHER            This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we            hadn't enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often            gave me her portion of rice. While she was transferring her            rice into my bowl, she would say 'Eat this rice, son! I'm not            hungry.'            This was Mother's First Lie.            As 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.            Once she had caught just two fish, she would make fish soup.            While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat            what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten; My            heart was touched when I saw it. 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.'            This was Mother's Second Lie.            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. This helped her get some money to cover            our needs. One wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the            matchboxes by candlelight. 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.'            This was Mother's Third Lie            When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me.            After dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the            sun. When the bell rang, I ran to meet her. Mother embraced me            and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared in a            thermos. 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 said 'Drink, son! I'm not            thirsty!            This was Mother's Fourth Lie.            After Father's death, Mother had to play the role of a single            parent. She held on to her former job; she had to fund our            needs alone. Our family's life was more complicated. We            suffered from starvation. Seeing our family's condition            worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house came to help            us solve our problems big and small. Our other neighbors saw            that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother            to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying 'I don't            need love.'            This was Mother's Fifth Lie.            After 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. I kept            sending her money but she was steadfast and even sent the money            back to me. She said, 'I have enough money.'            That was Mother's Sixth Lie.            I continued my part-time studies for my Master's Degree. Funded            by the American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in            my studies. With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring            Mother to enjoy life in America but Mother didn't want to            bother her son; she said to me 'I'm not used to high living.'            That was Mother's Seventh Lie            In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be            hospitalized. Now living far across the ocean, I went home to            visit Mother who was bedridden after an operation. Mother tried            to smile but I was heartbroken because she was so thin and            feeble but Mother said, 'Don't cry, son! I'm not in pain.'            That was Mother's Eighth Lie.            Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died.            YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!            M - O - T - H - E - R            'M' is for the Million things she gave me, 'O' means Only that            she's growing old, 'T' is for the Tears she shed to save me,            'H' is for her Heart of gold, 'E' is for her Eyes with            love-light shining in them, 'R' means Right, and right she'll            always be, Put them all together, they spell 'MOTHER' a word            that means the world to me. For those of you who are lucky to            be still blessed with your Mom's presence on Earth, this story            is beautiful. For those who aren't so blessed, this is even            more beautiful.</blockquote>

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