'My Mother'
My mother is a farmer, an ordinary farmer to anyone, but the very special one to me. Her face is wrinkle not just because of her age but also a long time of hard work in the rice farm. Her black, mingled with white, hair goes to different directions since the sun is very strong. It's not necessary for her to keep it neat for good looking is time wasting in rice farm maintaining. Her complexion is deeply dark since she does not know what is the sunblock. Her mouth is painted red by Isaan gum-the natural beauty. Once I was fed by the minced sticky rice out of her dark red mouth. I do not remember but I was once told that I never denied but always hungered for it. My mother's two hands are rough and dark. These dark and rough hands were once holding me when I was a babe, gave me a pang when I was not a good boy and have been working so hard and have me what I am today.
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