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Mymum
—byRebecca
She,with a serious face, sits in front of me.
Andalways tells me what I should be,
WhatI can't be.
Inher mind, I just do everything wrong.
Ican try nothing because I'm not strong.
SometimesI just think about that.
Doesn'tshe treat (对待) me just as a pet?
She'sa boring woman, she is my mum.
Andthen one day I see her,
Inthe kitchen, making supper.
Wonderfully,her hands are dancing.
Washingand cutting,
Cookingthe dinner becomes her everything.
SuddenlyI find she's beautiful.
She'san angel, my mum.