What makes mothers all that they are?
Might as well ask, “What makes a star?”
Every way of seeing is not a way of seeing.
I remember when I was in about third or fourth grade, my parents, sister, and I went down to Atlantic City for the weekend. Since it was nice out, my mom, sister, and I decided to go to the boardwalk and play so games. One of the games was where you shoot water into a target and the more accurate in hitting the target with the water, a doll or something on a leverage will go up and whoever reaches the top wins. (Ya’ll know what game I’m talking about) So anyways, the three of us were playing that game but this one dad with tattoos and a bandanna kept on winning. Because we wanted to win, my mom, sister, and I tried really hard. I think by the third game, my mom won. However, the selfish, stupid, bratty me started crying because I didn’t win.. I know.. HOW SELFISH AND RUDE AND BRATTY OF ME! My mom won for us but she didn’t know why I started crying.
Thinking back now, I still feel REALLY bad that I cried. So.. I’m sorry UMMA!
Old but I love everything about it, especially the ending
Silence is the loudest sound.
“That’s me.. I can’t be fully devoted to my family and yet I don’t have my own ways. I have no perfect confidence and I have no sense of self-accusatin. I have no perfect talent and I have no perfect diligence. I’ve never received perfect love and I’ve never given perfect love.” (Jewel in Palace, Choi Keum-Young)