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Tuesday, April 11, 2006

i didnt want to blog, but i couldnt resist after reading this email my dad sent.. i dont know if u've read it b4, its the 2nd time i recieved it, n i still feel that pain in my heart whenever i read it. if u havent, here's the story:
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My mum only had ONE eye. I hated her! She was such an embarrassment!! She cooked for students and teachers to support the family.
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There was this one day during my elementary school where my mum came to say hello to me. I ignored her, threw a hateful look and ran out.
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The next day at school, one of my classmates came to me and said: "EEWW! Your mum only has one eye!!" I was so embarrassed I wanted to bury myself. I do hope my mum will disappear!
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So i confronted her that day and said: "If you were only gonna make me a laughing stock, why dont u just DIE?!!!" She did not respond.. and I didnt even stop to think for a second what I had just said because I was full of anger.
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I wanted out of that house and have NOTHING to do with her. So I studied real hard and got a chance to go to Singapore to study.
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Then I got married, got a house of my own, and had kids of my own.
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Then one day, my mother came to visit me. She hadnt seen me in years and she havent met her grandchildren.
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I screamed at her: "How dare you come to my house and terrorise my children!! GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!!!"
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And to this, my mother answered: "Im sorry. I must've gotten the wrong address." And she disappeared out of sight.
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One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house in Singapore. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip.
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After the reunion, I went back to the old shack to take a look just out of curiosity.
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The neighbours said she had just died. I didnt even shed a tear. They handed me a letter that she wanted me to have.
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Dear son,
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I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you.
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I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.
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You see........when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye.
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As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with one eye.
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So I gave you mine.
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I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.
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Love,
Your mother.
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How will u feel if u were the main character of the story? the last words u told ur mum was GET OUT OF HERE NOW!

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