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| My mother during the visit to one pagoda near Phnom Penh on May 2011 |
I am writing the article about Meh in order to express my gratitude towards my mother who is currently sick and bed-ridden. I keep praying to god to help her get out of difficult situation and pain. The article below describes about my mother's life and her good deeds as a Buddha follower. She has spent a lot on Buddhist ceremonies and pagoda renovation.
Meh: MotherMeh, is literally known as mother in English. Meh is a Khmer word. My mother was born in 1936 the time that Cambodia was under French colony. She was born to a poor family. She has one sister. Being a second child in the family of single mother, she beared all responsibility to support the whole family. Her older sister was not allowed to go outside of the house due to security reason. As a 10-year-old girl, she had play role as both father, brother, and boy in order to support the family.
My mother got married to my father at the age of 22 years old. She delivered the first baby in 1956 and the second baby about 10 months later. More burden added to my mother responsibility. She was a housewife who takes care of the house and cook for my father, was a mother of dual sons who breastfed and made sure child welfare, and as a daughter in law who takes good care of an older age mother.
After the Pol Pot regime my mother moved to live in Kampong Som. Her life has never been easy. In the socialist regime, she was trader who traded Thailand products along the border to sell to her customers in Phnom Penh. In 1980s, business was not recognized and she was to escape from police chasing. She could earn from hands to mouth in order to support the whole family. My father was civil servant but he could earn a little as he was a loyal and honest servant. My mother worked very hard to support the family. Yet, she has never forget her role as a mother in giving warm love to her children especially me.
I remembered that one time my mother got severe stomachache. She did not speak out until she vomotted with blood. Still, she did not take rest.
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In April 2010, my mother collapsed because she was too weak.....
In April 2011, she was found being affected by liver cancer and gallbladder tumor. I was pale and shock to hear this.
In Dec 2011, she was sent to VN for surgery her gallblader problem but the disease is not cured. It is an untreatable disease. In Jan 2012, she was sent there again but no major treatment was made.
In Feb and now (Mar31) she becomes bed-ridden and could not eat any foods.
Time flies so fast. If possible, I wish I could go back to the past. I want to go back to the past which I promised that I would not do anything to upset her. I would do everything to satisfy her. But, everything is over. It is over. It is too late. My mom can hear but hardly talk back to me. She can only cry woring..
Meh: MotherMeh, is literally known as mother in English. Meh is a Khmer word. My mother was born in 1936 the time that Cambodia was under French colony. She was born to a poor family. She has one sister. Being a second child in the family of single mother, she beared all responsibility to support the whole family. Her older sister was not allowed to go outside of the house due to security reason. As a 10-year-old girl, she had play role as both father, brother, and boy in order to support the family.
My mother got married to my father at the age of 22 years old. She delivered the first baby in 1956 and the second baby about 10 months later. More burden added to my mother responsibility. She was a housewife who takes care of the house and cook for my father, was a mother of dual sons who breastfed and made sure child welfare, and as a daughter in law who takes good care of an older age mother.
After the Pol Pot regime my mother moved to live in Kampong Som. Her life has never been easy. In the socialist regime, she was trader who traded Thailand products along the border to sell to her customers in Phnom Penh. In 1980s, business was not recognized and she was to escape from police chasing. She could earn from hands to mouth in order to support the whole family. My father was civil servant but he could earn a little as he was a loyal and honest servant. My mother worked very hard to support the family. Yet, she has never forget her role as a mother in giving warm love to her children especially me.
I remembered that one time my mother got severe stomachache. She did not speak out until she vomotted with blood. Still, she did not take rest.
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....
In April 2010, my mother collapsed because she was too weak.....
In April 2011, she was found being affected by liver cancer and gallbladder tumor. I was pale and shock to hear this.
In Dec 2011, she was sent to VN for surgery her gallblader problem but the disease is not cured. It is an untreatable disease. In Jan 2012, she was sent there again but no major treatment was made.
In Feb and now (Mar31) she becomes bed-ridden and could not eat any foods.
Time flies so fast. If possible, I wish I could go back to the past. I want to go back to the past which I promised that I would not do anything to upset her. I would do everything to satisfy her. But, everything is over. It is over. It is too late. My mom can hear but hardly talk back to me. She can only cry woring..
