My Mother

I am perfectly happy with having had my parents bring me into the world. They taught me a lot—maybe not in the conventional way—but they helped to lay the foundation for my present understanding of life and of this world. I think we humans sometimes forget this when we hope for things that never happened. None of us can change the way we were given to enter this life. Our parents are our parents. We have no choice but to love them. Only a fool does not make the best out of what he or she cannot change.

Now, my mother was different. Just the opposite of my father. She had an entirely different temperament. She would rarely, if ever, raise her voice in anger. She went to church, and as long as I can remember, she always kneeled down and prayed before going to bed. Strange, but she was not one for telling us children what to believe about God either.

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