Yeah, it's been a while since I've posted anything, it's been a trying time for me, working on my thesis. Anyway, I'm writing because it's my mom's birthday, and I suddenly remembered something she did for me that for some reason I'll never forget.
I was in third standard, and the school I was in was not really known for being very forgiving towards, um, rule-breakers. It was probably the second week of school, we had our new books, and like everybody else, they were covered in brown paper. The class teacher, however, makes up this rule that the brown paper must be the kind that has the shiny plastic on it, the supposedly water-proof kind. Unfortunately, it's also the expensive kind, and all my books are covered with the ordinary brown paper. My teacher gives us a warning, no, an ultimatum, that by the end of the week, we all had have the shiny plastic covers. I come home and tell my mom about it, she doesn't believe me. She thought that I was making a fuss for no reason, and that no teacher in her right mind would have such strange requirements (and she'd be right, too). The end of the week grew closer, and my books were still covered in the ordinary brown paper. That Thursday, I get pulled up in front of the class and made fun of, since my books apparently looked "shabby". I came home, and told mom about it, but she didn't believe me. I panicked, hid away and started crying. My dad wasn't at home (he was away on duty), and it was late, past the time all the shops closed when she found me crying my eyes out. She asked me what was wrong, and I told her. Then she did something I'll never forget. She found some plastic sheeting, which she cut, and folded to form covers for my books. The only stapler in the house was with my dad, who wasn't home, so she sewed the book covers in place with a needle and thread. She made sure I saw the books had a plastic cover before I went to bed, which was when I finally stopped crying.
Thanks, mom, I don't think I ever thanked you for that. And happy birthday! :-)