guys this is deep

\\\ The Light For Every One ///

My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an
embarrassment. 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 embarrassment. There was this one day during elementary school. I remember that 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?! 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 hadn't 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. My 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. 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, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.

Then I studied really 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 doesn't remind me of my mom.


This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me "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 don't know you!!!" as if i was trying to make that real. I screamed at her "How dar e 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 disappeared. Thank good ness... she doesn't recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn't 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. I lied to my wife saying that I was
going on a business trip. 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.

She wrote:
My son...
I think my life has been long enough now. And... I won't 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... I'm sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an
embarrassment for you. You see, when you were very little, you got into
an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't 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 times that you were angry with me. I
thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me.' I miss the times when
you were still young around me. I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me.


My world shattered!!! Then I cried for the person who lived for me... " My MOTHER "