Mom

A wish for my birthday, for the stupidest woman in the world. 


She was once the earliest riser, waking up early in the morning, so worn out and fatigue, with red colour pigment, coloring the boiled eggs with her trembling hands, those are the things I would receive in the morning, on the date of 24th April. She was, indeed, a very crossed and traditional woman.

This morning, my birthday eve, I have had to get the boiled eggs colored, preparing the same as a celebration of my birthday, getting older by 1 year. Yet, she was unable to witness my age or repeat the same for me this year.

Mom, do you know you are stupidest in the world, at the bottom of my heart?? 30 years ago, you had gone through so much of pain and misery, bestowing me a life. Do you know it? My day of birth is your day of disaster, your day of pain, your day of suffering. Quietly, for years, without a mumbly word, you had been showering your love to me. You had never asked for any repay in return....

Mom, do you know the folly you have done in my life makes me so hurt? You are so foolish! You had always been the one who conceded and surrendered in the dispute, sobbing bitterly and crying miserably yourself. You are the one, being so patient to me even you were insulted irrationally. Dad told me that you had been so worried about me even at your old age...this was you, giving and showering the unconditional love. Why didn't you love or care for yourself more? Or telling me what I could do for you to make you feel better?

I miss the days, seeing you, sitting on the chair, enjoying the Astro show. I miss the days, listening from you, "son, what do you like to eat tomorrow night?". I miss the days, which you used to ask "son, how's your exam?". Mom, I miss your voice, really I am.

When I was a baby, you didn't mind, cleaning my body, holding my little hands, boarding up the bus, crossing the roads, taking care of me when I was sick.

Mama, please let me take care of your afterlife. That's my birthday, you gave it to me, that's the appreciation and gratitude I can do for you..love you, ever.

‎"老公，你手机来电话啦！”

男：喂？
女：喂，你……吗？
男：是，你是谁？
女：我是……
男：噢，你啊！找我有事吗？
女：你能出来一下吗？我在你们家外面的。

“去吧？老公我相信你”

女：喝茶吧！
男：什么事快说吧！这么晚了。我不放心我老婆一个人在家，她怕黑。
女：我离婚了！
男：为什么啊！你老公不是很爱你吗？
女：他这个混蛋，他背着我搞了小三，呜呜呜呜
男：好了，别伤心了，你还年轻，还有更好的等着你……
女：你恨我吗？
男：一切都过去了。我现在把你当朋友，没有什么恨不恨。
女：真的？
男：呵呵当然，我有和你说过谎吗？
女：你还爱我吗？
男：……爱
女：我们结婚吧，我一定会做一个贤妻良母。
男：我有妻子了，我和她上个星期刚领的结婚证，再过两个月就结婚了。
女：不是还没结婚吗？
男：不可以，她真的很爱我，我不能伤害她。
女：你不好意思我去说……
男：那也不行。
女：呜呜，为什么？
男：因为我是男人，所以不可以。
女：我想知道是具体为什么 你还爱我，而且我也还爱你，为什么就不能再一起？
男：你真想知道为什么？
女：嗯。
男：1：是一个人 ，我知道爱上一个人不容易更知道被伤后有多痛苦，所以我不能离开她。
2：之所以决定结婚是因为我决定了，这一辈选定她了，选定她就是我这辈子唯一的女人。不管以后说什么话都以不愧于她为标准，做什么事都以不背叛她为原则，不管以后我们遇见的是风还是雨，我都会站在最前面为她挡风挡雨。
3：她很爱我，她很傻，很善良 她不管做什么事都处处为我着想。
我今天来都是经过她的劝说我才来的，她相信我，相信我不会对不起她，她决定嫁给我，就是决定把她的一生给了我。
女人的一生是不允许被践踏的。
明白吗？
女：懂了……

“世界上有两种美，外在美：它能满足你的面子，但不定能给一生的幸福。
内在美：它虽然不能给足你面子但它一定能给你一生幸福，女人——……面子重要……还是幸福重要……”

女：做个朋友可以吗？
男：不要了，我不需要女朋友以外的女性朋友！
女：为什么？说理由
男：第一，没有共同语言，我平时玩的东西你们女孩子也不喜欢玩；第二，你满足不了我女朋友可以给我的需求；等三，我没时间和你逛街吃饭什么的，那是陪女朋友做的事；第四，我女朋友会吃醋。所以何必呢？


男人最骄傲的不是睡过多少女人，而是能有一个女人愿意让他睡一辈子。
女人最骄傲的不是拥有多少男人，而是她的男人愿意为他拒绝多少女人。


男人，要经得起诱惑！！！！！！
女人，要耐得起寂寞！！！！！！

Really Heart Touching

I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old..

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''Uncle, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.

I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God.. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister...''

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly..

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local

news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever...

The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Please DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.

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