Defending for myself.

If anyone has experienced the time being protected with gusts of warm in a mother’s heart, surely he or she would have remembered so much about the section of his or her life with many unforgetable memories. That life might be sweet years with smiles and tears, glorious and vibrant with happiness as well as the difficulties. And to me, just a general acceptance of the first steps on the main road to realize the authentic values of a mother’s heart, I was a young girl who still felt strange with many things surrounding me and not old enough to recognize passion of a mother. Bearing pressure to go to U.S to study from my mother, I put her as an enemy in my mind. I know I was totally wrong.