A ugly scar _ a big beautiful love.

          Whenever I go out, I always wear pants and T-shirt instead of wearing a little bit scanty clothes. Why is that? You might think that I am a traditional girl, but I am not. I wear those clothes because I want to cover a lot of scars on my body, especial the big scars on my left foot which made my foot uglier. That thinking is no longer in my mind, I realized that appearance is not very important. Moreover, the scars remind me how active I was when I was a child and the big scar is the evidence which shown me the love of my mother. Now, when I look at the big scar, I always remember that day, remember how my mother did when I had a wound which made me miss my mother so much.

          When I was 4 years old, in a sunshine day, I and my mother were working on the farm. We wanted to plant trees. I was eager help her made holes without the permission. My hands were still working although my eyes weren’t because my eyes stared at butterfly.  It had many colors on its wings which had some white, red and yellow circles. It roosted on my mother’s hat. “Ouch !”, I shouted. Looking at my instep, a wound streaming a red liquid, blood! Suddenly the fear made me screamed, and I can’t move. Immediately, my mother through the knife which used to cut trees into smaller size, she rushed to me and grasped me. She looked at my wound, didn’t say any words, but her eyes streaming with tears, her lips shaken, she quickly bandaged my wound. After I stop crying, and my wound stop blooding, she oared boat across the river to buy medicine for me although she didn’t have money in her pockets. When I went to sleep, she was still there to look after me. In the midnight, my wound was bad, my head was hotter and I whimpered with an aching voice, she used the towel to decrease my high heat and hug me to prevent me from the pain. Now, when she saw my scar, she seems unhappy because she in self-reproach. When I look my scar, I still fell sorry with my false, I wonder what would happened with my mother if she felt into the river because she didn’t know how to swim. When I write this story, my roommate sick, I must look after her, and I can’t go to sleep because I am very worry for her. Now, I can understand what my mother thought and felt  at that time.

          People considered many building, place, etc as the wonder of the world. But in my opinion, the love of mother is the best wonder in the world. I’ll keep it for myself and try to be a good mother like my idol. And one day, I’ll tell with my mother that: “The scar is a good my memory which let me know how to much you love me, so you don’t need to feel self-reproach any more, please !”.