Toshtemirova Mashhurakhan
Mother
The mother was shocked to see the lipstick she had brought yesterday in her daughter’s hand. Because the tip of the new, unused shoe was crushed by rubbing it too much on the ground. He was so angry that he started to beat his daughter with a broomstick in his hand, unable to see anything. “Where did you put it?” when he got the answer “to the wall” to his question, the fire that he was burning burned like a fire sprinkled with kerosene. The mother, tired of sweeping with a broom, threw the broom away and removed the needle from her chest. In spite of the girl’s pleading, “I have repented, my dear, I will not take your lips anymore”, he started sticking a pointed needle in the girl’s hand like a baker hitting bread. The white hand covered in blood turned red like a paste. Then the woman stopped hitting the girl. The girl, with tears in her eyes, fell to the ground.
It’s getting late. The exhausted mother dragged her feet towards her room. When he turned on the light, his eyes fell on the writing on the wall. As you can see, there was a red inscription on the wall: “Dude, I love you very, very much – I love you.” A little girl who didn’t understand the difference between a felt-tip pen and a lipstick felt that her mother’s lipstick was a crayon and expressed her love for her mother by writing on the wall. And the mother does not know about it. Then, when the needle pricked the girl’s hand, tears flowed from her mother’s eyes like blood. Forgetting his fatigue, he hurried to his daughter’s room. The poor girl was sleeping on the floor, barely able to climb into her soft bed. The mother sobbed as she looked at her daughter, whose arm was bandaged.
The next morning, she went to the school where her daughter was studying. The girl wanted to tell the teacher that she could not come to school because of her illness. He knocked on the door of his daughter’s classroom. When he was allowed to enter, he went inside. The class is full of students. Only the seat of his daughter, who sits on the first table, is empty. Mother looked at the board. On the blackboard was written in big letters the words “baby, I love you very much”.
– Come on, please. Where is Rana Khan? said the teacher.
– He was a bit nervous, he couldn’t do it.
– Is it windy?
The mother, wondering what to answer:
“Yes, it’s too late,” he stammered.
– When a sweating child drinks cold water…
“So…” said the red-faced mother.
– In yesterday’s lesson, we talked about “loving mother”. We asked the students to do their homework, and each child should go home and tell his mother “I love you” orally and in writing. Did your daughter do the role of Rana?
Instead of answering, the mother turned her face to the ground. After a while he corrected himself:
“Yes, he did,” he said.
– I believe him. Your daughter is a wonderful girl. It does the job better than I thought it would. He comes up with great ideas that adults don’t even think of…
– May I sit at my daughter’s desk?
– Feel free.
He began to listen to the lesson, sitting instead of the girl. His hand accidentally touched the papers under the desk. He took one of the papers and read it. It said, “Dear teacher, I love my mother very, very much even before you tell me.” Recognizing her daughter’s letter, the mother bowed her head even more sheepishly. She started crying without him.
He regretted what he did….!
Toshtemirova Mashhurakhan
2nd year student of the National University of Uzbekistan named after Mirzo Ulugbek
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