A Heartbreaking Tale of Regret: How I Misjudged My One-Eyed Mom and Her Sacrifice

My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family.

There was this one day during elementary school when my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed.

How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look, and ran out. The next day at school, one of my classmates said, "EEEE, your mom only has one eye!"

I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, "If you're only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?"

My mom did not respond… I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.

I wanted out of that house and to have nothing to do with her. So I studied really hard and got a chance to go abroad to study.

Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids, and the comforts. Then one day, my mother came to visit me. She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her grandchildren.

When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, "How dare you come to my house and scare my children! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"

And to this, my mother quietly answered, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she disappeared out of sight.

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.

My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

"My dearest son,

I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.

I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.

You see… when you were very little, you got into an accident and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine.

I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.

With all my love to you,

Your mother."

Reflections on Parental Love and Responsibility

How should God react to these sorts of so-called sons? This is an amazing story, well explained, about the love and care of a mother. These types of sons should be expelled far away from Earth, to a place where there is no love and affection.

Good story, Octavious.

Regards,
Prapulla.

When kids grow up, they somehow begin to feel that their parents embarrass them, but fail to understand the fact that their parents have sacrificed to their utmost in order to bring them to the point where today they can hold their head high in society. There is no substitute for parents - they must be valued while they are alive!

Mom is irreplaceable; no one can take her place. Without any expectation, she sacrifices her life for her children.

Really nice story. Thanks for sharing.

Really, this story touched my heart and brought tears to my eyes after reading it. In this materialistic world, people have lost their emotions, and their hearts have become hardened and insensitive. We can buy everything in this world except a mother's love. At least from now on, children should understand their duties; they should take care, spend time, and understand their parents' feelings. It is their prime responsibility to take care, especially of their elderly, bedridden, and frail parents, regardless of the circumstances.

Thanks a lot for sharing this valuable story; it is essential in the modern generation.

Regards,
Valli Basha Sab.

Awesome story. Everyone who read this had tears in their eyes, especially if they really love their mom. Please let me know if you need further assistance.

Very good story. I think mothers love their children in such a way. It's our responsibility to respect her feelings.

Regards,
L.K. Singh
Delhi