Seven Lies My Poor Mother Told Me… And One Last Lie Before She Closes Her Eyes
Confession: What a reader said about her mother’s last words
The following is a text with the confession of a reader, who shares her mother’s last words as well as “her seven lies”.
A mother’s love cannot be compared to any other love. They always put their children first no matter what that means. All the mothers of the world deserve the admiration and respect of all of us.
Moms always manage to put their kids first, despite the odds, even if they themselves end up…last. Here is a story where a mother had to lie enough to her son to raise him in the best possible way. Now that the truth has been revealed, her story has become known worldwide.
Have you ever done something similar for your children or would you do it if you had to? If you think mothers deserve only respect and admiration, the following story will change your mind.
“The story started when I was a child. My family was very poor and we never had enough food. My mother always gave me her own plate and said “Eat this rice my son I’m not hungry”. That was my mother’s first lie.
The continuation of the confession from the reader: “One winter night I woke up and found her with a small candle still working”
As I was growing up, my mother spent her free time fishing in a river. So from the fish he caught, he could provide me with a better food for my growth. As I ate, she sat next to me and she also ate what meat remained on the bones. When I offered her some of my food, she said “Eat your food my son, I don’t like fish”.
That was the second lie…
Later, so that I could study, he looked for and found a second job. She recycled old cardboard boxes and that gave her some extra money to cover our needs. One winter night I woke up to find her with a small candle still working. I told her to come to sleep, but she replied that she is not tired. This was her third lie…
When the final exams arrived she asked for time off from work to accompany me. he waited for me in the heat for hours and when I finished he came to me and brought me a bottle of cold water. I saw her tired and exhausted and told her to drink it herself. Her reply was “I’m not thirsty my son, drink it to cool off”. This was my mother’s fourth lie…
After my father died, my mother had to find a way to provide for us. Our family’s situation was getting worse and unfortunately all the burdens were falling on her. Some neighbors told her that she should remarry and start her life from scratch. But she said “I’m not for that, I’m a grown woman with a child and I don’t need anyone’s love”.
“That was my mother’s fifth lie…”, the continuation of the confession
After I finished my studies and got a job, it was time for my mother to rest, but she didn’t want to. She went to the public market every day and sold some vegetables to meet her own needs. I worked long hours and every month when I got my salary, I prepared a package for her with food and various goodies, I also put an envelope with money and sent it to her. But most of the time, she kept everything except the money. At the first opportunity he would send them back and write to me “Boy I don’t need money, thank God I have enough to live on. Keep them, you who are young and have needs.” This was her sixth lie…
After 3 years of work and postgraduate studies, a big company appeared in my path, which hired me with a very good salary and financed the PhD I always dreamed of. Then I went back and told my mother that luck had smiled on us. I asked her to come with me, stop working and finally enjoy some moments of her life. But she said to me, “Leave me my son in my place, I’m fine, look to make your life better and don’t look at me.” That was the seventh lie he told me…
In her old age she got stomach cancer. But he didn’t say anything to me. But one day I decided to visit her without warning her. When I entered the house I immediately knew something was wrong… Old and weak she was sitting on the bed, trying to laugh but it seemed she was trying too hard. As he looked at me, I started crying, I couldn’t take it…
Then he turned and said to me “Son don’t cry and don’t be sad, I’m fine” and held my hand. This was her eighth lie and at that moment she closed her eyes forever…”
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