as i promised, i'll share a story today. i read it during carol's ICT class yesterday when she gave us a task to complete. i found the story incredibly interesting and it was a great wake up call for me. knowing people for their beautiful is what people always do, but the things matter is we don't love people because they are beautiful. people look beautiful to us because we love them.
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little varya went with her mother to the field. it was a hot day, so varya went and lay down under a shady tree. soon she went fast asleep. when she woke up, everyone was gone. she was afraid so she started crying. then she walked and walked until she came to a village.
there were many people in this village, but her mother was not there. varya began to cry loudly. an old man came to her and asked, "why are you crying, little one?"
varya told him, "i am looking for my mother. i don't know where she is." then she began to cry again.
the old man felt very sorry to varya. he asked, "what does your mother look like, litte one?"
varya did not how to describe her mother. she could only say, "my mother is the most beautiful woman in the world"
the old man called all the dutiful women in the village. varya looked at each of them. then she said, "none of them is my mother. my mother is the most beautiful woman in the world"
a lot of people came to look at the poor lost girl. suddenly, a woman ran towards varya and hugged her. she was fat and her face was big and broad. she had very few teeth in her mouth. her eyes were very small and her nose was really large and broad.
"this is my mother! i told you my mother is the most beautiful woman in the world! " varya shouted happily
the people who were crowding around varya began to laugh. the old man said to them, "don't laugh. this little child has just shown us something. we don't love people because they are beautiful. people look beautiful to us because we love them"
(based on a russian folk tale)
im proud to have people who love me regardless of how i look like.
and i miss my mama too =(
*p/s : failed to get hold a house for the next academic year. sigh~