The Story of a Mother's Sacrifice for Her Child

Because the child persisted in not wanting to enroll in school, the mother slapped the child. And this is the first time the child has been beaten by his mother.

The child has finally gone to school. The mother continued to think and contemplate in her heart while looking at the shadow of her son who went away.

Not long after, with a limp and in a hurry his mother came to the school cafeteria and lowered a bag of rice from his shoulder.

The supervisor in charge weighed the rice and opened the bag and took a handful of rice and weighed it and said, "You parents always like to take small profits, you see, here it contains a mixture of rice and unhulled rice. So you think my canteen is a mixed rice storage place". The mother was embarrassed and repeatedly apologized to the supervisor. 

Early the next month, my mother carried a bag of rice and entered the canteen. The superintendent as usual took a bag of rice from the bag and looked. Still with furrowed brows and said, "Still with the same rice". The supervisor thought whether yesterday he had not ordered this mother and then said, "It doesn't matter what kind of rice you give us, we will receive it, but the types must be separated, don't mix them together, otherwise the cooked rice can't be cooked perfectly. again, then I can't accept it"

The mother was a little scared and said: "Madam supervisor, all of the rice in our house is like this, so what? The supervisor did not want to know and said, "You have how many hectares of land so you can grow various types of rice". The mother finally did not dare to say anything else.

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At the beginning of the third month, the mother came back to school. The superintendent was again furious with harsh words and said, "You as a mother why are you so stubborn, why are you still keep carrying the same rice. Just bring your rice home!" shocked and could not say anything more. The mother finally sat on the floor, rolled up her pants and showed her hardened and swollen legs.

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The mother wiped her tears and said: "I have rheumatism in the last stage, even walking is difficult, let alone farming. My son understood my condition very well and wanted to quit school to help me work in the fields. But I forbade him and told him to go to school again."

So far he has not told his relatives in the next village. More so he is afraid of hurting his son's pride.

Every day early in the morning with a bag empty and the help of sticks went to the next village to beg. Until it was dark, he slowly returned to his own village.Until the beginning of the month all the collected rice was handed over to the school.

When the mother told the story, the supervisor's tears began to flow unconsciously, then lifted the mother off the floor and said, "Mom, now I will report to the principal. , so that it can be donated to the mother's family."

The mother hastily refused and said: "No, if my son finds out his mother is going to beg for his son's school, it will destroy his self-esteem. And it will interfere with his schooling. I am very touched by the kindness of the superintendent, but please mother can keep this a secret."

Finally, this matter was also known by the principal. The principal secretly waived the child's school fees and living expenses for three years. After three years later, the child graduated to qing hua college with a score of 627 points.

On the day of school farewell, the principal deliberately invited the child's mother to sit on the main seat. This mother found it strange, so many students got high marks, but why was only this mother invited. Even more strangely, there were still three bags of rice. 

The school superintendent finally came forward and told the story of this mother who begged for rice for her child to go to school.

The principal showed the three bags of rice in full. haru and said, "This is the mother in the story."

And invited the very extraordinary mother to come up to the pulpit.

The son of the mother hesitantly looked back and saw his teacher leading his mother up the pulpit. The mother and child continued to look at each other. A mother's warm and gentle gaze on her child. Finally the child hugged and hugged his mother tightly and said: "Oh my mother....."

Mother's love for all time, for all time and for all memories.