LoveWithoutaWordLikemanywomenwholiveinthecountryside,mymotherisn’tknowledge.Shecan’treadaletterfluentlybecausesomewordsarebeyondherability.Shedoesn’tdaretostrollaroundthestreetsaloneinmetropolisbecauseshemaygetlost.Shecan’tuseamultifunctionalmobilephonebecauseshealwaysforgetshowtooperateit.Shecannot…Shecannotdosomanythings,thus,whenIwasachild,Ienviedofotherchildren’sall-powerfulmother.Ievenusedtocomplaintoher.ButnowIregretaboutwhatIhavedoneforher.Shemaybeunabletodomanythings,butsheismymother,whogivesmegreatmaternallovewithoutsayingaloud.Sheisemotionallywithdrawn,soIcanneverimaginethatshewillverbalizeherlovetome.Nowadays,manyscenescomebacktome,andIbegintoappreciatethiswordlesslove.WhenIwasinmiddleschool,Ialwayswenthomeeverytwomonthsorevenmore.MymotherwouldpreparealotofdeliciousfoodformebeforeIwenthome.Whensomeonegavehersomefeeding,maybeevenanapple,shewouldkeepituntilIwenthomesothatIcaneatit.Sometimesitwastoolongtokeepthefruitsfresh,butIwasreluctanttothrowtherottenfruitsawaybecauseit’sfulloflove.EachtimeIwenttoschool,mumwouldhelpmepackinguntilmybagwastoopackedtoholdanymore.Atthesametimeshealwaysremindedmeofsomethingagainandagain,likeputtingenoughclothes,oreatingonthestrokeandsoon,whichmaydrivemecrazy.ShewouldgoaftermeuntilIwentonthebus.Itseemedthatshesetavalueonthetimewespenttogether,althoughshesaidnothing.Thebuswasrunningaway,butshestoodstill.Turningmyhead,Ifoundherthinbodywassofrailatsunset.That’smymother,whoneversayslovebutgivesmethebeyondcomparedlovewithoutaword.