Who is she

When you were 1 year old, she fed you and gave bath to you. But as a return, you cried all night causing her staying up.

When you were 3 years old, she cooked the dish you liked most. But as a return, you threw all the plate on to the ground.

When you were 4 years old, she bought a box of color-pens for you. But as a return, you painted the wall of your house.

When you were 5 years old, she gave you a beautiful clothing as your birthday gift. But as a return, you always played in dirtiness in that clothing.

When you were 7 years old, she brought a basketball to you. But as a result, you broke down the glass of you neighbor’s.

When you were 9 years old, she paid lots of money for you to learn the piano. But as a result, you cut off classes frequently.

When you were 11 years old, she asked you to have your long hair cut. But as a result, you said she was out of the fashion.

When you were 13 years old, she wanted to have a talk with you after work. But as a result, you hid into your room locking the door.

When you were 14 years old, she spent money on your summer-camp. But you didn’t give her a call the whole holiday.

When you were 15 years old, she waited for an important call. But you held the phone talking with your friends for hours.

When you were 18 years old, she moved into tears as you graduated from senior high school. But you were on a party till to the dawn.

When you were 20 years old, she asked what you were doing recently. But you replied it was none of her business.

When you were 25 years old, she bought the furniture for your new house. But you complained the old style of the furniture to your friends.

When you were 30 years old, she gave you advices for bringing up children. But you said that she was out of the way.

When you were 40 years old, she called you to celebrate your birthday. But you have never remembered hers.

When you were 50 years old, she needed care for she was ill. But you struggled for your own career and household.

When, eventually, for one day, she will never be with you. All of your obligations that you should have done come into you mind. Your heart will be throe as millions of needles thrusting.

Who is she? She never counts what she has done. She never wants the return of you.

Someone calls her angel, somebody calls her gardener.

But we, on daily lives, call her mother.