True Story from VIVEK SINGH RANA

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note: This story is a true story of my friend.....and now she workingin pune as a v.p-marketing (IMRB)regardsvivek rana9881716795 The story began when I was a child; I was born as a son of a poorfamily. Even for eating, we often got lack of food. Whenever the timefor eating, mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she wasremoving her rice into my bowl, she would say?Eat this rice, son. I?mnot hungry?. That was Mother's First Lie.When I was getting to grow up, the persevering mother gave her sparetime for fishing in a river near our house, she hoped that from thefishes she got, she could gave me a little bit nutritious food for mygrowth. After fishing, she would cook the fishes to be a fresh fishsoup, which raised my appetite. While I was eating the soup, motherwould sit beside me and eat the rest meat of fish, which was still

onthe bone of the fish I ate. My heart was touched when I saw it. I thenused my chopstick and gave the other fish to her. But she immediatelyrefused it and said?Eat this fish, son. I don?t really like fish.?That was Mother's Second Lie.Then, when I was in Junior High School, to fund my study, mother wentto an economic enterprise to bring some used-matches boxes that wouldbe stuck in. It gave her some money for covering our needs. As thewinter came, I woke up from my sleep and looked at my mother who wasstill awoke, supported by a little candlelight and within herperseverance she continued the work of sticking some used-matches box.I said,?Mother, go to sleep, it?s late, tomorrow morning you stillhave to go for work.? Mother smiled and said?Go to sleep, dear. I?mnot tired.? That was Mother's Third Lie.At the time of final term, mother asked for a leave from her work inorder to accompany me. While

the daytime was coming and the heat ofthe sun was starting to shine, the strong and persevering motherwaited for me under the heat of the sun?s shine for several hours. Asthe bell rang, which indicated that the final exam had finished,mother immediately welcomed me and poured me a glass of tea that shehad prepared before in a cold bottle. The very thick tea was not asthick as my mother?s love, which was much thicker. Seeing my mothercovering with perspiration, I at once gave her my glass and asked herto drink too. Mother said?Drink, son. I?m not thirsty!?. That wasMother's Fourth Lie.After I had finished my study and then got a job, it was the time formy old mother to retire. But she didn't want to; she was sincere to goto the marketplace every morning, just to sell some vegetable forfulfilling her needs. I, who worked in the other city, often sent hersome money to help her in fulfilling her needs, but she was

stubbornfor not accepting the money. She even sent the money back to me. Shesaid?I have enough money.? That was Mother's Fifth Lie.After graduated from Bachelor Degree, I then continued my study toMaster Degree. I took the degree, which was funded by a companythrough a scholarship program, from a famous University in America. Ifinally worked in the company. Within a quite high salary, I intendedto take my mother to enjoy her life in America. But my lovely motherdidn't want to bother her son, she said to me?I?m not used to.? Thatwas Mother's Sixth Lie.After entering her old age, mother got a flank cancer and had to behospitalized. I, who lived in miles away and across the ocean,directly went home to visit my dearest mother. She lied down inweakness on her bed after having an operation. Mother, who looked soold, was staring at me in deep yearn. She tried to spread her smile onher face; even it looked

so stiff because of the disease she held out.It was clear enough to see how the disease broke my mother?s body,thus she looked so weak and thin. I stared at my mother within tearsflowing on my face. My heart was hurt, so hurt, seeing my mother onthat condition. But mother, with her strength, said?Don?t cry, mydear. I?m not in pain.?That was Mother's last Lie.My mother is just like this, I am sur even you think the same for yourmother, isn't it? Can you share something with me, about your mother.note: This story is a true story of my friend.....and now she workingin pune as a v.p-marketing (IMRB)regardsvivek rana9881716795 Send free SMS to your Friends on Mobile from your Messenger. Download Now! http://messenger./download.php