Mom took this giant sea shell and these sparkle shaded pebbles for me from the shores of Middle Vietnam in the family trip to our hometown. This is the first time that I have not been together with other members and it is an intolerable experience that I have never imagined before.
Although, mom never forget to bring me some gift whenever she goes out without me, I only feel a bitter sweet complicated emotion this time. They say when someone gets hurt, he or she will definitely run back to the mother’s arms. I wish I could allow myself to be like a child hiding from this turbulent life. Self defense reaction,however, will soon turn out to be selfish moves.
When my hands caress along rough surface of the giant sea shell, I suddenly think that every women is like a little mermaid waving between the call from her deep underwater home and her love for a man. The little mermaid left her familiar environment and tried to fit in with a totally different habitat despite of her bleeding feet and her sorrow soul. As we all know, at the end of her melancholy, all her sincere devotions were responded by the eternal loneliness up on the air. Then, I realise every fairy tale is a distorted mirror of real life story.
People always believe in love till it tears their hearts apart. Engagements of caring, sharing between two distinct people soon become conditional agreements. I imagine this giant sea shell to be the mother of pearl who assiduously turned the sand inside it into treasured pearl beads. Could women have the strength like this to find the peace within instead of waiting charming princes come to light up their days. If they do, I hope they can tightly hold their cherished treasury in the bottom of their heart and be aware of anyone who tend to mercilessly deface them to take the pearls.
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