One day in my childhood I went on a shopping trip with Mum. At an amusement park there were children’s games to play. I joined in a game and I got a prize after I won. I did not like the prize at all so I gave it to my mother after we came back. Then I forgot all about it.

 

Two years later, I found Mum still holding on to the discarded prize. I was surprised because it was cheap and ugly in my eyes. I could not figure out why my mum still kept it like a treasure in her room. When I asked her why, Mum said, “I value it because it was you my daughter who gave it to me.”

 

Shame came upon my heart when I heard Mum saying that. It was just a thing that I did not want, but she treated it like a jewel.

 

To be honest I am not a good daughter. Sometimes I argued with my mother. I think my words could have hurt her beyond measure. Despite everything Mum still treats me well. She cooks for me, does the laundry for me and keeps my cheap prize as a valuable object.