I HATE MY MOTHER! SHE HAS ONE EYE..

During my recent discussions with a friend, He told me an unbelievable story, I could never kept secret. Though I tried to but the more I left this buried deep down inside of me, the more I got troubled within my heart ...I sincerely just wished I could keep it. And these were his stories: (According to him)        
         “My mom only had one eye. He said, " I hated her for it.... I never knew why. As her first child, I tried asking her why she only has an eye and not being like other attractive-beautiful mothers out there! Imagined how she looked down sadly, bit her lips, shook her head and said “never mind my son, I lost my eyes for the glory of God as a mother” … The question was not properly explained, her answer was so nauseating as she was such a despicable/disfigured embarrassment around me.  Worse still, she cooked and sells food in our school canteen for students and teachers to support our family. She was so half-blindly conspicuous, everyone knew her as my mother. Sometimes, I wished she could have looked for job elsewhere?.... Must she be around when I am schooling?  
         There was this one day during my primary school, where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed in the class with her sight, that I hid myself under the teacher’s table. How could she do this to me?Why must she keep following me everywhere I go?...What I did that day was to ignored her, but not until I threw a despicable and hateful look on her and then ran out. The next day, at school, one of my classmates mocked me with my mother's one eye, he said, ‘EEEE, your mom only has one eye!’
 In Fact and behold, I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear out of the surface of this earth. Then, I confronted her that same day and told her,
     

        "If you’re only going to make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?" I yelled!...But my mom did not respond, she never felt bad… I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings. I wanted her out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied really hard, got an admission into a university in another state (Negeri) and furthered my studies. After graduation, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts.
 All these happiness came to a standstill, on the day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t knew or met her grandchildren. When she knocked and stood by the door, my children laughed at her, they never knew her before now,and I was too ashamed to introduced her to my kids, so I yelled at her for coming over and uninvited. I screamed at her like a thunder accompanied with insults, "How...How...How dare you come to my house and scare my children!

     GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!, NOW!! , I said NOW!!!" till I pushed her her out. And with this, my mother quietly said to my children, "Oh, kids, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address, I think I had lost my way" she turned around and she disappeared out of sight. Few months later, day, a letter regarding a secondary school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I decided to check the old shack house that I once lived with my mother, just out of curiosity. Getting there I met no one, I asked of her whereabouts from one of the Kampung (Village) neighbors. He told me my mother is dead.. I did not shed a single drop of tears...after all, thats all I have been praying for.
       The neighbor handed me a letter that my mother had wanted me to have before she passed away.
  When I opened it, this is what I found.......

         “My dearest son, I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and my one eyed visibility scared your children. I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not even be able to get out of the bed to see you. I’m so---so sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up. You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye.

     So I gave you mine. That day, I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in
my place with that eye. Stay well With all my love to you
,Bye... 
your mother.
                 "Immediately her son was overwhelmed in the pool of tears,he cried all hell out... but it was too late..

              You 

 might call these unreal or a fallacy  but just think twice, search your heart, could this be you? Could you in any way acted like this? Never neglect your Mother ....No matter how ugly they are just have it in mind that they were once young like you, they had once sucked breast milk like you, but due to age, they gradually degenerate in nature so that you could generate in statutes. There is no blessing humans had ever wanted and desired than the completions of the perfect love of a mother’s ability to procreate and nurture.
       Please teach your children to learn to love their mothers because this will make them proud. Or else one day, you will cry when she will be gone. Be proud of your mother!

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