The story began when I was a child; I was a son of a poor family. We did not even have enough food. When ever meal times came, mother would often give me her
portion of rice. While she was removing her rice into my bowl, she would say "Eat this rice, son. I am not hungry."
That was Mothers First Lie.
When I was growing up, my persevering mother gave her spare time to go fishing in a river near our house, she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could gave me
a little bit of nutritious food for my growth. After fishing, she would cook some fresh fish soup, which raised my appetite. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit
beside me and eat the rest of the fish, which was still on the bone of the fish I had eaten. My heart was touched when I saw that. I then used my chopstick and gave the
other fish to her. But she immediately refused and said "Eat this fish, son. I dont really like fish."
That was Mothers Second Lie.
Then, when I was in Junior High School...... to fund my studies, mother went to an economic enterprise to bring some used-match boxes that would need to be stuck
together. It gave her some money to cover our needs. As the winter came, I woke up from my sleep and looked at my mother who was still awake, supported by a little
candlelight and with perseverance she would continue the work of sticking some used-match boxes. I said, "Mother, go to sleep, it is late, tomorrow morning you still
have to go to work. Mother smiled and said "Go to sleep, dear. I am not tired."
That was Mothers Third Lie.
The final term arrived..... ..Mother asked for leave from work in order to accompany me. While the sun was starting to shine strongly, my persevering mother waited for
me under the heat for several hours. As the bell rang, which indicated that the final exam had finished, mother immediately welcomed me and poured me a cup of tea
that she had brought in a flask. Seeing my mother covered with perspiration, I at once gave her my cup and asked her to drink too. Mother said "Drink, son. I am not
That was Mothers Fourth Lie.
After the death of my father due to illness, my poor mother had to play her role as a single parent. She had to fund our needs alone. Our familys life was more
complicated. No days without suffering. Our familys condition was getting worse, a kind uncle who lived near our house assisted now and then. Our neighbors often
advised my mother to marry again. But mother was stubborn and did not take their advice; she said "I do not need love."
That was Mothers Fifth Lie.
After I had finished my studies and got a job, it was the time for my old mother to retire. But she did not want to; she would go to the market place every morning, just
to sell some vegetables to fulfill her needs. I, who worked in another city, often sent her some money to help her, in fulfilling her needs, but she would not accept the
money. At times, she even sent the money back to me. She said "I have enough money."
That was Mothers Sixth Lie.
After graduating with a Bachelors Degree, I then continued to do a Masters Degree. It was funded by a company through a scholarship program. I finally worked in the
company. With a good salary, I intended to bring my mother to enjoy her life in Gulf. But my lovely mother did not want to bother her son. She said to me, "I am not use
That was Mothers Seventh Lie.
In her old age, mother got stomach cancer and had to be hospitalized. I, who lived miles away, across the ocean, went home to visit my dearest mother. She lay in
weakness on her bed after having an operation. Mother, who looked so old, was staring at me in deep thought. She tried to spread her smile on her face...but it was a
noticeable effort. It was clear that the disease had weakened mothers body. She looked so frail and weak. I stared at my mother with tears flowing. My heart was hurt,...
so hurt, seeing my mother in that condition. But mother with the little strength she had, said "Do not cry, my dear. I am not in pain."
That was Mothers Eighth and Last Lie. After saying her eighth lie, my Dearest mother closed her eyes forever