My mom only had one eye and I hated her. She was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She also 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 had not 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. Mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and 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. [Read more...]
Jean Thompson stood in front of her fifth-grade class on the very first day of school in the fall and told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her pupils and said that she loved each of them the same, that she would treat them all alike.
The story began when I was a child; I was born as a son of a poor family. Even for eating, we often got lack of food. Whenever the time for eating, mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was removing her rice into my bowl, she would say “Eat this rice, son. I’m not hungry”. That was Mother’s First Lie







