My mom
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My mom, now been able to tell me the hardship she faces during her childhood. Unlike earlier, she will feel awkward whenever I ask about her past. She told me I was in suitable age to hear it. It seems incredulous but it was true. Home should be everyone sanctuary, but in her case, it became her grave. She was born in 1967 to a poor family plagued by ‘demons’. Though my statement was a bit inappropriate, yet I prefer this description as well. Under a cramped room, there was only a wooden table with just a broken lamp. The dimming light, she’s getting hazy about what she read almost every night. However, every times her pleading to her stepmother gets no little compassion. When her complaint met her bad mood, she will get few caned in returns. Whenever her stomach kept rumbling, she will endure the torments of hunger until her parents get back from work. For her, fell fainted was a common occurrence. What a terrible, her stepmother even locked the fridge with a long rusted iron chain. Every day at the crack of dawn, she hopes to get some money for her lunch in school canteen, but what she gets was only a few coins. Her stepmom throw the coins out and slammed the door. My deeply respected grandma leave my mom and uncle since they are young due to an untoward incident, thus they rely on no one but each other. They reciprocate each other affection as well. This wicked woman always trained them to steal something eatable from any market stalls in the back streets. It was an order that couldn't be refused as they really looking forward to have a proper meal. People said, ‘The fish which nibbles at every bait will be caught’ they did it too often-this time they got caught by a hawker. By the times the hawker noticed his selling buns was missing ,he furiously telling my mom and uncle that police are on the hunt for them in the intimidate tone, to deal them a head. Under the panic moment, my uncle wets his pants. The bad condition and evil around her altogether start to wear her down. She lost enthusiasm to do everything, feel distressed all the moments, looked emaciated after long-term hunger. Finally when she sought treatment in hospital as some close kin found she was seriously suffer from mental breakdown. Doctors concurred that she was suffer from depression. The fragments of horror from
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My mom, now been able to tell me the hardship she faces during her childhood. Unlike earlier, she will feel awkward whenever I ask about her past. She told me I was in suitable age to hear it.It seems incredulous but it was true. Home should be everyone sanctuary, but in her case, it became her grave. She was born in 1967 to a poor family plagued by demons. Though my statement was a bit inappropriate, yet I prefer this description as well.Under a cramped room, there was only a wooden table with just a broken lamp. The dimming light, shes getting hazy about what she read almost every night. However, every times her pleading to her stepmother gets no little compassion. When her complaint met her bad mood, she will get few caned in returns.Whenever her stomach kept rumbling, she will endure the torments of hunger until her parents get back from work. For her, fell fainted was a common occurrence. What a terrible, her stepmother even locked the fridge with a long rusted iron chain. Every day at the crack of dawn, she hopes to get some money for her lunch in school canteen, but what she gets was only a few coins. Her stepmom throw the coins out and slammed the door.My deeply respected grandma leave my mom and uncle since they are young due to an untoward incident, thus they rely on no one but each other. They reciprocate each other affection as well. This wicked woman always trained them to steal something eatable from any market stalls in the back streets. It was an order that couldn't be refused as they really looking forward to have a proper meal. People said, The fish which nibbles at every bait will be caught they did it too often-this time they got caught by a hawker. By the times the hawker noticed his selling buns was missing ,he furiously telling my mom and uncle that police are on the hunt for them in the intimidate tone, to deal them a head. Under the panic moment, my uncle wets his pants.The bad condition and evil around her altogether start to wear her down. She lost enthusiasm to do everything, feel distressed all the moments, looked emaciated after long-term hunger. Finally when she sought treatment in hospital as some close kin found she was seriously suffer from mental breakdown. Doctors concurred that she was suffer from depression. The fragments of horror from that time are just so blurred because she was undergoing electroshock treatment. Fortunately, her recover process was said to be fast and doctor has noticed the improvement as well. She was giving approval to recuperate at home. Rather than growing up In such a tormented environment, her aunt bring her along to stay with, giving her so much love, cares and treat her with dignity, this boost her confidence and makes her feel accepted, thus enabling her to recover fast from mentally and physical trauma.Life is fragile, once it hurts, recovery are hard. But I found miracle from my mom. She could stands up from physical trauma and the numerous obstacles she passed through. I finally figured out why she was so strong compared with any others women. My mom, an unsung hero deeply in my heart, forever.
