The story began when I
was a child; I was born as a son of a poor family. Even for eating, we
often got lack of food. Whenever the time for eating, mother often gave
me her portion of rice. While she was removing her rice into my bowl,
she would say "Eat this rice, son. I'm not hungry". That was Mother's
First Lie.

When I was getting to grow up, the persevering
mother gave her spare time for fishing in a river near our house, she
hoped that from the fishes she got, she could gave me a little bit
nutritious food for my growth. After fishing, she would cook the fishes
to be a fresh fish soup, which raised my appetite. While I was eating
the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat
the rest meat of
fish, which was still on the bone of the fish I ate. My heart was
touched when I saw it. I then used my chopstick and gave the other fish
to her. But she immediately refused it and said "Eat this fish, son. I
don't really like fish." That was Mother's Second Lie.

Then, when I was
in Junior High School, to fund my study, mother went to an economic
enterprise to bring some used-matches boxes that would be stuck in. It
gave her some money for covering our needs. As the winter came, I woke
up from my sleep and looked at my mother who was still awoke, supported
by a little candlelight and within her perseverance she continued the
work of sticking some used-matches box. I said, "Mother, go to sleep,
it's late, tomorrow morning you still have to go for work." Mother
smiled
and said "Go to sleep, dear. I'm not tired." That was Mother's Third Lie.

At
the time of final term, mother asked for a leave from her work in order
to accompany me. While the daytime was coming and the heat of the sun
was starting to shine, the strong and persevering mother waited for me
under the heat of the sun's shine for several hours. As the bell rang,
which indicated that the final exam had finished, mother immediately
welcomed me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared before
in a cold bottle. The very thick
tea
was not as thick as my mother's love, which was much thicker. Seeing my
mother covering with perspiration, I at once gave her my glass and
asked her to drink too. Mother said "Drink, son. I'm not thirsty!".
That was Mother's Fourth Lie. That was Mother's Fourth Lie.

After
the death of my father because of illness, my poor mother had to play
her role as a single parent. By held on her former job, she had to fund
our needs alone. Our family's life was more complicated. No days
without sufferance. Seeing our family's condition that was getting
worse, there was a nice uncle who lived near my house came to help us,
either in a big problem and a small problem.

Our other
neighbors who lived next to us saw that our family's life was so
unfortunate, they often advised my mother to marry again. But mother,
who was stubborn, didn't care to their advice, she said "I don't need
love."
That was Mother's Fifth Lie.

After
I had finished my study and then got a job, it was the time for my old
mother to retire. But she didn't want to; she was sincere to go to the
marketplace every morning, just to sell some vegetable for fulfilling
her needs. I, who worked in the other city, often sent her some money
to help her in fulfilling her needs, but she was stubborn for not
accepting the money. She even sent the money back to me. She said "I
have enough money."
That was Mother's Sixth Lie.

After
graduated from Bachelor Degree, I then continued my study to Master
Degree. I took the degree, which was funded by a company through a
scholarship program, from a famous University in America. I finally
worked in the company. Within a quite high salary, I intended to take
my to enjoy her life in America. But my lovely mothermother didn't
want to bother her
son, she said to me "I'm not used to."
That
was Mother's Seventh Lie.

After
entering her old age, mother got a flank cancer and had to be
hospitalized. I, who lived in miles away and across the ocean, directly
went home to visit my dearest mother. She lied down in weakness on her
bed after having an operation. Mother, who looked so old, was staring
at me in deep yearn. She tried to spread her smile on her face; even it
looked so stiff because of the disease she held out. It was clear
enough to see how the disease broke my mother's body, thus she looked
so weak and thin. I stared at my mother within tears flowing on my
face. My heart was hurt, so hurt, seeing my mother on that condition.
But mother, with her strength, said "Don't cry,  my dear. I'm not in
pain."
That was Mother's Eight Lie.

After saying her eighth lie, my dearest mother closed her eyes forever.