Saturday, July 14, 2018
The Last Letter from My Mother hr608
My parents sold our farms, house, land that had been inherited from
generation to generation and lost everything after they had failed their
business. They moved out their hometown and started their new life in a
small apartment in a strange city. It was a huge blow to them because
my father had given up everything that he had wanted in order to inherit
them, and my mother had married my father whom she didn’t love in order
to get his family fortune. Although they had planned the similar life
as theirs for me, I refused to inherit my family by sacrificing what I
wanted to do. I chose a musician as my career and left home. That drove
them to be eaten up with enmity against me and they had done everything
they could think of to make me give up and come home. While I kept
defying their attacks for a long period of time, they lost all the
family fortune and had nothing left for me to inherit. Their battle
against me was automatically terminated. Oddly, since they moved in
their new apartment, they have become gentle to me as if they had been
different persons. Their dramatic change of attitude toward me had often
perplexed me. I had tried to explain that they became old, felt weak
and had learned a little from their failure, which was why they mended
their ways to treat me. As I hadn’t had a good relationship with them
for decades, I slightly wished we were having a new starting point to
build a better one. That was just about when I received an unexpected
letter from my mother that crushed my wish so easily. To my great
surprise, all that the letter contained was blame and reproach to me.
She just kept on criticizing me at length, complaining how much I
disappointed her, how much she bore a grudge against me, how much she
felt chagrin at me being a musician, what a bad person I was. Although
she had done innumerable cruel, heartless, thoughtless things to me over
the years, she had the audacity not to mention one word about those. At
the end of all slander, she concluded her letter by writing, “This is
the last letter from me to you.” To summarize her long letter, what she
wanted to tell me was that she didn’t want to see my face ever again and
didn’t want me to send her birthday presents or Mother’s Day gifts ever
again. She asked me not to stay in contact with her anymore. I had been
treated unfairly by her for so many times but this letter exceeded all
the spite that she had shot at me. The letter was out of blue and
shocking enough for me to wonder if she was having some kind of brain
disorder. Since I was little, she has had a strong tendency to tell an
every sort of lie from grave to transparent, and to forget about
anything inconvenient to her. For a person like her, it’s not so
unpredicted that her old brain got murky. In any case, I was deeply
shocked. I shouldn’t forget that things like sending this letter is the
norm for her and I’ve gotten used to it already. She only did what she
usually does again and I was the one who was fooled by her recent nice
gestures. But I asked myself repeatedly if it’s impossible for human
nature to be changed after all. My mother is a scorpion which ultimate
goal is to make others unhappy regardless of its own profit. The fact
that I have the same DNA in me horrifies me. A good thing is that I was
mostly raised by my late grandparents. I may have grown up to be a
decent person not to be like my mother. I will, and should, prove it by
myself with the way I live...
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