The Mirror of Motherhood
Language: en
I had the perfect mother. Not that she was perfect, but she demanded perfection from me. When I ranked third in my entire grade, she laughed coldly: "Only third? What is there to be proud of? No dinner for three days. You don't deserve to eat." When I scored a 148 out of 150 on my math final, she screamed: "Is your brain filled with trash? How could you lose those two points? Go kneel outside in the snow. Don't get up until I say so!" That time, I knelt for three hours. I had to crawl back to my room. Finally, because I cut my finger practicing the violin and fumbled during a…