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My mum

—by Rebecca

She, with a serious face, sits in front of me.

And always tells me what I should be,

What I can't be.

In her mind, I just do everything wrong.

I can try nothing because I'm not strong.

Sometimes I just think about that.

Doesn't she treat (对待) me just as a pet?

She's a boring woman, she is my mum.

And then one day I see her,

In the kitchen, making supper.

Wonderfully, her hands are dancing.

Washing and cutting,

Cooking the dinner becomes her everything.

Suddenly I find she's beautiful.

She's an angel, my mum.