My mom only had one eye. I hated her. She was such an embarrassment. She ran a small shop at a flea market and collected old clothes and some other things to sell for the money we needed.
Once during elementary school, it was a field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed and wondered how she could do this to me? I was so angry with my mom and wished that she would just disappear from this world. So I said to my mom, “Why don’t you have the other eye?! If you’re only gonna make me a laughingstock!” My mom did not respond, I guess I felt. a little. bad, but at the same time, I felt so good to have said what I wanted to say.
I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty. I told myself that I would become successful in the near future, so I studied very hard. Later I got accepted by the Seoul University. I left my mother and came to Seoul to study. Then I got married there. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. I enjoy the life in Seoul because it’s a place that doesn’t remind me of my mom and my past.
This kind of happiness was getting bigger and bigger, until one day someone knocked at my door. It was my mom! And 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. I screamed at her, “Who are you? I don’t know you! How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter!” To this, my mom quietly answered, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared out of sight.
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. After the reunion, I went down to my old house, just out of curiosity. There I found my mom fallen on the cold ground. I did not shed a single tear.
Then a piece of paper in her hand came into my eyes. It was a letter to me.
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My son,
I think my life has been long enough now, and I won’t visit Seoul anymore.
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One day a few years ago, Mom was doing some chores (家务) while my brother Hamza and I were watching TV. Everything was nice and peaceful until Mom's phone rang. I was running so fast to pick it up for her, but she had already grabbed it from the table. Without any concern of who it was, she accepted the call and put it on speaker.
Hamza and I were trying to listen, but we couldn't hear anything as the phone's volume was too low. I drew near to Mom, sat down and listened. It was my grandma's voice.
I was so excited when I heard my grandma's voice after such a long time. All I wanted to do was just grab the phone out of my mom's hands, but I wasn't sure if it was the right moment. I looked at Mom, and I saw something on her face-worry. It made me feel anxious, so I kept listening to see what was going on.
“I am in very critical (危急的) condition. The doctors have tried so many medicines and treatments, but they just didn't work. All I need right now is to see my children. Please come and visit me! I really need you.” Grandma said.
The call ended and Mom began wiping her tears. I felt very sorry for the pain Mom was going through. Her mother was so ill and she couldn't even be with her.
Eventually, Mom retold us the whole story, as she knew that we might haven't understood the situation, but we knew what was going on. She said, “Grandma's condition is not so good. I have to go to Pakistan.”
At first I was worried that she might not take us with her and my body was shaking. I asked her if we were going. Mom said, “Of course you're going with me.”
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After packing up, it was time to go.
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After chatting for a while, my uncle drove us to my grandma's home.
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The Present
They say that blood is thicker than water, that our relatives are more important to us than others. Everyone was so kind to the old lady on her birthday. Surely her daughter would make an even bigger effort to please her?
It was the old lady’s birthday.
She got up early to be ready for the post. From the second floor flat she could see the postman when he came down the street, and the little boy from the ground floor brought up her letters or parcels on the rare occasions when anything came.
Today she was sure there would be something. Myra wouldn’t forget her mother’s birthday, even if she seldom wrote at other times. Of course Myra was busy. Her husband had been made Mayor, and Myra herself had got a medal for her work for the aged.
The old lady was eighty today. She had put on her best dress. Perhaps—perhaps Myra might come. After all, eighty was a special birthday, another decade lived or endured just as you chose to look at it. Even if Myra did not come, she would send a present. The old lady was sure of that. Two spots of color brightened her cheeks. She was excited like a child. She would enjoy her day.
Yesterday Mrs. Morrison, whom Myra had arranged for to light the fire and give the old lady her breakfast, had given the fist an extra clean, and today she had brought a card and a bunch of marigolds when she came to do the breakfast. Mrs. Grant downstairs had made a cake, and in the afternoon she was going down there to tea. The little boy, Johnnie, had been up with a packet of mints and said he wouldn’t go out to play until the post had come. “I guess you’ll get lots and lots of presents,” he said, “I did last week when I was six.”
What would she like? A pair of slippers perhaps. Or a new cardigan (羊毛衫). A cardigan would be lovely. Blue’s such a pretty color. Jim had always liked her in blue. Or a table lamp. Or a book, a travel book, with pictures, or a little clock, with clear black numbers .So many lovely things.
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She stood by the window, watching.
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Almost sadly she tore the envelope open.
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I grew up in a small town in Mississippi, where everyone knew each other and family was everything. My big brother, Jake, and I had always been close. We shared the same hobbies, friends and dreams except that I wanted to go to college, travel the world and make a difference.
However, everything changed when our father passed away. He was the glue that held our family together and without him things fell apart. Jake took over the family business, and continued to run our father’s auto shop, which was struggling to survive in the competitive market. I tried to help Jake, but also wanted to achieve my own goals. I applied to several universities across the country, hoping to get a scholarship. I was thrilled when I got accepted to Stanford in California, one of the best universities in the nation.
But Jake was not happy for that. He felt abandoned by my decision. He criticized me for being self ish and ungrateful, turning my back on our family and roots. He said I was wasting my time and money on a fancy education that would not help me in the real world. He said I should stay at home and help him run the shop, as our father would have wanted.
I tried to reason with him that I loved him and our family. I said I would come back after graduation, or maybe even sooner if he needed me. And I was proud of him for taking care of the business. I promised we could still be close, even if I was miles apart.
He was angry and refused to accept my choice. He said he did not want to see me or talk to me ever again. He even mentioned I was no longer his brother, but his enemy.
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Despite that, I packed up and left for Stanford.
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Billy, a fourth-grade student at a primary school in Florida, was bullied for his DIY hand-drawn logo of the University of Tennessee(the UT), but this made students of the UT act in support and the UT even turned his drawing into an official T-shirt.
It all started at “College Colors Day” on August 30. On that day, the primary school students were invited to wear their favorite university’s football team’s colors. Billy, wore an orange T-shirt representing his favorite university, the UT. He took it one step further to draw his own UT logo with pen and paper and put it to his T-shirt. Billy excitedly showed his T-shirt to Laura, a fourth-grade teacher at the school. She was greatly impressed and praised him for his wonderful idea.
But after lunch, Billy came back to Laura’s office, crying. Billy was upset and hurt because some girls at the lunch table had made fun of the hand-drawn logo on his T-shirt. Laura knew sometimes kids could say really cruel words. She knew although the logo was not well-drawn and of course not the most beautiful, Billy had tried his best to use the resources he had available to him to take part in College Colors Day in his own way.
In an effort to cheer him up, Laura wrote in a post on Facebook, a popular social media website, on Wednesday that one of her students was “SO EXCITED” to show her his orange T-shirt pinned with a hand-drawn “UT” logo, but was made fun of. Laura wrote that she was planning to buy him an official UT T-shirt to make it a little extra special for Billy and ended the post by asking if any of her Facebook friends had any connections to the UT. What happened next made her shocked.
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I’d always wanted a dog. But the answer was always no. Then when I was eight years old, my aunt came back from her daily run with a saved puppy.
After weeks of unsuccessfully looking for the owner and begging to keep him, we finally made “Pepper”, a black-and-tan Beagle mix, a member of my family. And, like many children with a new thing, l became obsessed (着迷). Learning everything about a dog was at the center of my world.
Pepper was there for me as I grew up. When I felt sad, he cheered me up and gave me unconditional love. His tail uncurled (伸直) and recurled with every movement of the tail and made me smile. His welcoming “tippy-tap dance” let me forget all the sadness. The way he cocked his head when I talked to him made me feel as if he understood every word. He’d perform tricks to win a treat or two...or four.
Then, when Pepper was sixteen, I got the call that I’d hoped would never come. I was unhappily married, living hours away, barely making ends meet, and trying to balance (平衡) life with a newborn son. The phone rang with unexpected news that it was time to say goodbye to Pepper. I anxiously tried to save enough money so that I could drive home and see him one last time. But I couldn’t.
The realization that I wasn’t going to be able to say goodbye tore my heart apart. I imagined my Pepper wondering why I was not there for him when he had been there for me for so many years. Within days, he was gone. For years, I didn’t pardon myself. Every time I remembered it, the tears returned as if the wound in my heart was fresh. That old saying, “Time heals all wounds,” was a terrible lie. How could I heal? I didn’t get to say goodbye. The only thing I could do was cry, telling his picture, “I’m so sorry,” and “I love you so much.”
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When my son was eight years old, another dog, Preston, came into our lives.
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It was as if Pepper had come back to me again.
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It all began with a perfect gift. A couple of months before I started high school, my parents gave me the greatest gift any teenage boy could ask for: a smartphone. I lived on that phone all summer with my face buried in its screen. I held multi-day marathon messages with every friend to keep in contact with them. I ignored my family and my surroundings. Being connected was more important than being present.
So, I felt extremely displeased when I learned about my father’s travel arrangements for our family vacation that year. “This year,” my dad said, “we’ll be doing something special. We’re going camping.”
His excitement was met with a disappointed sigh (叹气). But I wasn’t too annoyed. It wasn’t my dream vacation, but it was still a vacation. I remained uninfluenced throughout the packing, planning and, of course, the instructions that went in one ear and out the other. I fixed my mind on the screen in my hands so much that the first time I raised my eyes was when we drove across a bridge on the way to our campsite.
I stared out the window and saw a fast-moving river. The air blowing into the car was hot and smelled of trees. But none of that mattered to me. The reason why I had looked up was for something far more serious. More shocking. My phone no longer had service.
Then my dad revealed that he had chosen a destination where there was no phone signal, and my phone — my lifeline — would be useless until we returned home. I would be trapped in the forest for four days with no way to contact the outside world.
On the first day, I shouted. I bargained. I begged. However, nothing would add signal bars (信号条) to my phone service. I went to bed angry that night, thinking I would be bored to death the next day.
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Without my phone, however, I found a totally different world the next morning.
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The four days passed in a flash, full of fun activities.
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