Mother
Years ago, I was ignorant of the students who boarded with relatives. The agency owner brings a woman who came from the south candidates maids.
She is about 30 years old, like a bamboo. Carrying a loaded cloth with detergent bag. She not left a good first impression at me. Too cautions, as if she afraid of what that look stiff.
She stayed at last, and familiar to the kitchen. As a steady instinct, without pointing at the strange family that she is able to find a broom, washing powder, kitchen knife block position. I do not know the origins of her lack of interest also inquire, not only to force myself to accept a smiling face will be with me sleeping in a room. But next day, I began to see that her attention on the phone with a black dial, muffled to tear the green beans “tramp” one off, thrown into the food basket. Come the evening, hungry moment, I told her by phone, she shyly shook his head and continue to fold beans. Then, every room I heard the voice of toggle wheel, a lot of numbers, a long rotation, like a meat grinder, but did not hear the speech sound; quiet time like nobody answered, she hung up. The kitchen came the sound of spatula.
Day night, perhaps early morning, I get up and go to the toilet and found the bed across the screen empty. I crept in the dark, searching, there is a peeping the tension. Finally, the children from the door ajar door a glimpse of her back room. 3 years and 6 years cousin are on the bed with sleep, like all naughty boys during the day to sleep at night lovingly. She sobbed quietly sitting in a chair, depression and shoulders shake, but she did not find me hiding behind the door. She gently stroked the child’s feet, afraid to wake him falsehoods; I have never been separated in the dark one step away from watching for a strange woman’s heart, maybe my mother had the same gesture touched me in the night, but never let me know. Cousin when she drunkenly holding a foot, buried kissed his feet, my heart seems to be a dagger piercing, beyond the experience of a tear in the eyes with the age of spin, suddenly understood her true identity is not a maid mother, a mother of throwing the child away from home! Silence the phone just to hear the voice of the child.
The third day, she quitted the job.
Butterfly’s instinct is nectar sucking, women’s love also an instinctive. Mom love her kids all no matter in what situation and try her best to protect them well. God ask a mother that:
“Would you like to go the way that is full of the most painful?”
“Would you like to break out your wings, set of fetters as a slaver in your life?”
“Are you willing to bear all the bitter eritrea, to be a disqualified and desperate person?”
“Are you willing to feeding a person that possible to abandon you with your own flesh?”
“I will”
“I will”
“I will be a mother”, she promise.
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