> His mom only had one eye. > I hated her... she was such an embarressment.. > my mom ran a small shop at a flea market. > she collected little weeds and such to sell... > anything for the money we needed > she was such an embarressment. > there was this one day during elementary school.. > it was field day, and my mom came. > i was so embarressed. how could she do this to me? 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 dissappear from this world so i said to my mom, "mom.. why dont you have the other eye?! if you're only gonna make me a laughingstock, why dont 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 hadnt punished me, but i didnt 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. my mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. i took a look at her, 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. even so, i hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. > so i told myself that i would grow up and become successful. cause i hated &! nbsp;my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.. > > then i studied real hard. > > i left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence i had. then, i got married. > > i bought a house of my own. > then i had kids, too.. > now i'm living happily as a successful man. > > i like it here because it's a place that doesnt remind me of my mom. > this happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when.. > > what?! > > who's this?! > > ..it was my mother... > > .still with her one eye. > it felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. > my little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye. > and i asked her, "who are you?!" > "i dont know you!!!" as if trying to make that real. i screamed at her," how dare you come to my house and scare my daughter!" > > "GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!" > > and to this, my mother quietly answered, "oh, i'm so sorry. i may have gotten the wrong address," and she dissappeared out of sight. thank good ness... she doesnt recognize me.. > i was quite relieved. > > i told myself that i wasnt going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life. then a wave of relief came upon me... > > one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. so, lying to my wife that i was going on a business trip, i went. after the reunion, i went down to the old shack, that i used to call a house...just out of curiosity > > there, i found my mother fallen on the cold ground. > > but i did not shed a single tear. > she had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me. > > my son... > > i think my life has been long enough now.. > and... i wont visit Seoul anymore... > but would it be too much to ask if i wanted you to come visit me once in a while? i miss you so much.. and i was so glad when i heard you were coming for the reunion. but i decided not to go to the school. ...for you... and i'm sorry that i only have one eye, and i was an embarressment for you. > > you see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. as a mom, i couldnt stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye... so i gave you mine... i was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. i was never upset at you for anything you did.. the couple of times that you were angry with me,.. i thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me..' > > my son... oh, my son... > > i dont want you to cry for me, because of my death. > please dont cry... > my son, i love you so much > > >>>>so folks don't be ashamed of your mom..pass this on to any moms,daughters and sons that you know.i just did... > > have a blessed day everyone > > Remember: > people will forget what you said ... > people will forget what you did ... > but people will never forget how you made them feel ..
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