IclearlyfeltthatIdidknownothingaboutmymotherbutherunrequitedlovetome.IfoundIdidonlyknowherasmymum,butnevertriedtoknowherasaperson.SinceImovedsofarforfurtherstudy,weevenhadn’tgotenoughtimetoshareourlife,thoughwecanseeeachotherthroughvideocalls.OnlywhenIhavetolivealifeonmyown,didIrealizehowmuchmymumhaddoneforme.Almosteveryaspect!Irememberedmyclotheswerealwaysuncreasedhanging,myshoeswerealwayscleanandmyroomwasalwaysdustednicely.Aftermyschoolwork,Icouldusuallyenjoyhers“specialcuisine”.Ievencouldbreatheinthemouth-wateringaromasrisingupfromthemeal.She’samathteacherwithaspecialsenseofnumbers.Whenwewentforshopping,shecouldquicklyfigureoutwhichwasbetteraswellascheaper.Butsometimesshewouldn’tbesoclearofhowmuchmoneyshehadspentonmylessons.Itdoesn’tmatterItrulyputheronapedestalinmychildhood.Justasmostteenagers,Iusedtotrapintheso-calledadolescentagonies.ThattimeIwasinmylastyearofhighschool,however,Ibegantobeobsessedwithseries,moviesandstars.SheoftentalkedtomebutIdidn’ttakeherwordsseriously.Therewasatimeacoldwarbetweenus.Afteranexam,ofcoursemymarksseemedsuchamess,butshesaidnothingwhensawmyreportcard.LaterIfoundshewasinherroomcheckingmypaperscarefully,mostoftimemyanswersraisedhereyebrowsandsometimesshewouldtakesomenotes.Herbackwasthinandlonely,suddenlyItstruckmethatIwassochildishanditwastimetoactlikeaadult.Lastyear,itwasfreezingcoldoutsideandIboughtherapairofgloves.Asshereceivedtheparcel,shewassoexcitedlyandgaveaphonecall,toldmethathowmuchshefondoftheseglovesandherfriendswouldliketobuyanotherpair,too.Atthatmoment,shewashappyasachildandIcouldimagineherfacewasbrightened.IdiscoveredthatIhadmissedmanyofherbigmomentsinherlife.Inmymind,mymumhasalwaysbeenmyheroine.Sheknowsabouteverythingandcouldgeteverythingproperlydone,butIforgotsheusedtobeagirljustlikeme.MaybeIshouldfindthisearliersoIcanlearnalittlebitmoreabouther.