My mother is a cute woman
by
Asuka Suzuki
My mother is a cute woman even from her child's eyes. She has bright, clear eyes, so I think she is sure to be popular. She has, however, strength of character.
When I was a junior high school student, my school life, especially my club activities, didn't go well. Then, I rebelled against my parents. But my mother was a reliable person. She never spoiled me. But she didn't thrust me away either. I thought she has rather a tender heart. She listened attentively to my story, and I was impressed with her dignity.
My mother sometimes gives me some good words. They are like lessons which I rarely get. For example, she told me if I speak ill of others, I am spoken ill of as the same. I don't know why, but I cannot forget it.
My mother, as mentioned above, is very cute, but she is rather careless. When we had fried meat and vegetable for dinner, there was a fried Band-Aid in the dish, too. My friend who saw my mother cooking said to me, "The meals that are made by your mother doesn't seem very delicious." My mother just shrugged her shoulders and stuck out her tongue to these words.
I have never told her such things. I seldom tell her about myself. Therefore, I have never spoken about my boyfriend to her. My parents think that I should decide myself, and so I have chosen my high school and college by myself without asking my parents.
Even when I stayed at my friend's house for a few days, I never do things that I wouldn't be able to speak to my parents, because I know that they have belief in me. If I weren't trusted, I might always have secrets.
My mother told me by telephone that she misses me since I began to live alone. Because she has never said such a thing to me, I thought she has become old. However, I hope she continues to be a strong mother.
Although I think she is cute, I sometimes hate her. We quarrel all the time. Recently, however, we haven't quarreled. When we quarrel, she isn't my mother but she is a woman. When we go shopping, our atmosphere always gets tenser and tenser. She prefers to choose her own dresses. So do I. However, she isn't interested in my dresses. I'm not interested in hers. I don't agree with her liking. Neither does she.
When she tries to make me get up, she seems like a demon. She always said to me, "Don't dilly dally, Aska."
I don't want to be inferior to her. She is also my good rival. However, if I am superior to her, I don't know why, but I feel lonesome. It is therefore different from my other rivals. She is rather an older friend. There are a lot of things that I should learn from her. I owe it to my mother that I am what I am now. I love my mother. I want to let everyone see her. So, do you want to try to eat a fried Band-Aid?
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