My mom had only one-functioning eye. I hated her, deep in my heart’s core. For me, she was such an embarassment. My mom ran a small bussiness at a flea market. She collected weeds and such, and everything she did was for the money that we needed for the sake of continunity of our lives. There was one day during elementary school. I remember that it was the field day. Unfortunately, my mom came.
Oh no! I was really ashamed! How could she do this to me?! I then in a blink of eye threw such a look full of hateness to her. The next day, like what I had expected before....
“Your mom has only one eye? Is she an alien? Hahaha!!!” they taunted me.
There was also Sharmila, my best friend who sat next to me in the class. She always motivated me in studies, and even in this case too. She always advised me that don’t matter whatever happened. My mother is still the only mother. But..... I think, she could say that as she was not in my shoes. If only she was in my shoes, she would know how embarassing it was.
I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world. So, I said to my mom, “Mom, why don’t you search for the eyes the other day? You can whether take the cow’s eye or even the cat’s eye. It suits you well. Yuo’re only going to make me such a laughingstock. Why don’t you just die?,” my mom didn’t respond me. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, I felt good to think that I had said what I had wanted to say all this while. Maybe it was because my mom didn’t punish me, but I didn’t think that I hurt her feelings very badly.
That night, I woke up.... and want to the kitchen to get a glass of water to quench my heavy thirst. I heard a strange sound. A sound of crying. Then, I saw that my mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me up, I thought. I took a look at her, then turned away. Because of the words that I said to her before I felt like there was something pinching at me in the deepest corner of my heart. Even so, I really hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So, I told myself that I would grow up and become successful because I hated my one-eyed mother and our desperate life of poverty.
Then, i studied really hard. I left my mother alone and came to the heart of Kuala Lumpur with the help of scholarship from the government. I was accepted in one of the well-known university with all the confidence I had due to my flying colours result in SPM. I left my mom alone in my hometown. Then, I got married to a loaded, famous bussinessman. I bought a huge house full of luxury. I lived with my beloved korean-looked husband. Then, I had kids too that coloured the landscape of my marriage. I was living happily as a successful lady. I was like in the seventh heaven. I liked my position because it was a life that didn’t remind me of my mom at all. At the same time, I stil kept in touch with my bestfriend, Sharmilla. Unfortunately, we were apart from to each other. I didn’t really like her now. She kept talking about my mother. She was the person who took care about my mother in my hometown.
The happines of mine was getting merrier and merrier when someone unexpectedly came to see me. “What?! Who is this?!.” It was my mother.....still with her one-functioning eye. It made me feel as if the whole sky was going to fall apart on me.
My little daughter who saw my mom’s face, ran away while screaming here and there. She was scared of my mom’s one eye. She never knew that the jerking woman was her grandmother, the one who gave birth to her mother. She never knew that, and I was going to ensure that she would never know about that.
I asked my mother,”Who are you? I don’t know you!,” as if I tried to make that real. I then shouted at her, “How dare you come to my house and scare my little daughter! Don’t you realize that you are not welcomed in this luxurious house! Get out of here now and don’t ever come here again!!” To this, my mother silently answered, “Oh, I’m sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and then she walked away. Thank God.....she didn’t recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn’t going to care, or even to think about this matter anymore, for the rest of my life. Then, a wave of relief came upon me.
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I lied to my husband saying that I was going on a bussiness trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack....that I used to it as a house before. Just out our curiousity there, I found my mother laying on the cold, dusty ground. But, I didn’t shed even a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand...it was a letter to me.
I think my life has been long enough now. And I won’t visit Kuala Lumpur anymore. But, would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visiting me only once a while? I miss you damn much! I was so glad when I heard that you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to school because I know that I will just make you ashamed. For you....I’m sorry that I only had one eye and I was an embarassment for you, my dear.....
A few moments after that I could feel that there was a hot-stream on my puffy check. I regretted. How could I do all this happen to my own mother? Then, there was an elderly, our neighbour came towards me.
“You see, girl.....when you were very little. You were born normal. You were such a cute baby. Unfortunately, due to the infections caused by the carelessness of the doctor, your eye was damaged. Your eye cannot be saved anymore. As a mother, she couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye, so she gave you hers. She was so proud of her daughter that was seeing the whole new world, in her place with her eye. She never upset with your words. You mean everything to her. She loved you more than she loved herself.”
I can’t bear it anymore. The hot stream flowed heavily down my cheek. I hugged my mom. I kissed her, with full of regretion. I beg her pardon. I was really ashamed with all my actions before.
“It’s alright, my dear. I’ve forgive you long time ago. You are my daughter, my heart, my soul, my strength... You present is such a wonderful gift to me from God. Praise to God, I can be with you again, like we used to be when you were small..”.
I whispered in my heart that I’ll never break her heart again. She is such a noble mom to forgive all my sins towards her. I kissed her forehead and hand. It was the happiest moment in my life.
PREPARED BY : PUTERI NABIHAH BT TUAN YUSOF.5ST1 2011 SMK TUMPAT.
EDITED BY : AINUL MARDHIAH ABD WAHAB SMK TUMPAT