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A Mother's Love |
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It was you who gave me life, warmth, and taught me right from wrong. It was
also you who gave me motherly love.
"Ouch, my stomach hurts! Ouch..." I cried in discomfort, waking up my
sleeping mother who quickly rushed into my room. "What's wrong? What
happened?" "My stomach hurts," I said, pointing above my belly button.
"Maybe you should go to the bathroom," my mom said as she thought. "You
might have caught a cold last night from kicking off the blankets." I went
to the bathroom a few times, and my stomach felt better. My mother breathed
a long sigh of relief.
My mother made me sit on the bed, covered me with a blanket, and poured me a
hot cup of water. She kindly said, "Don't kick off the blankets anymore.
Drink some hot water, and you'll feel better soon." I nodded, took a few
sips of hot water, and sat on the bed. Before I knew it, I fell asleep.
Unknowingly, night had fallen, and my stomach hurt again. "Ouch, my stomach
hurts again," I called out. Every once in a while, I had to go to the
bathroom. My mother was very worried and said, "At this rate, you'll get
dehydrated. Let's go buy some medicine." My mother was dressed and ready to
go, but when she checked the time, it was already past nine at night, and
the pharmacy was closed. My stomach hurt badly, and I made a mess of the
house. My grandmother was awakened by the commotion, and she suggested
putting salt in a bag and placing it on my stomach. The pain would go away
after a while. My mother quickly found a bag of salt, fried it in a pan, and
although it was winter and very cold, my mother's clothes were soaked with
sweat. She put the salt in a bag, applied it to my stomach, fried it again
when it became cold, and repeated the process. The next day, my mother's
efforts paid off, and my illness finally got better.
I will never forget that warm moment, where my stomach pain was soothed not
by the warm salt bag, but by my mother's deep love for me. |
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