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How My Mother Make me a Novelist

How My Mother Make me a Novelist

Family Unconditional Love of Mother and Son

A True Story

I was too happy to be feeling anything other than happiness because it was my first effort. I told my father about a narrative I had written when I was just seven years old, even though I was afraid to show him. He responded with a playful laugh.
What ! a futuristic writer!
My older brother observed my effort on paper, and I felt sorry for him, but he said nothing to me when I showed him my work. I then got too close to my mother and exclaimed, “Look, mama, this is my very first effort.” Please carefully read the story I wrote. My mother exclaimed to me, “What a beautiful story you created,” after giving me a surprise kiss on the forehead and placing her finger on the paper. In addition to giving me a lovely book in which I could write many stories, my mother also put stickers on the book’s paper as a token of her gratitude, which made me feel extremely pleased during those days.

Family Unconditional Love of Mother and Son

Family Unconditional Love of Mother and Son

My mother carefully stored my complete collection of stories in the cupboard now that the allotted time had passed. She offered me gifts and ran her fingers over every article I wrote. She helped to increase my confidence level day by day. I started writing novels and stories of a higher caliber gradually, but when I was twelve, I realized that my mother was illiterate and could not read the stories I wrote, even though she always showed her appreciation for me by appearing to read aloud. Whoa! You are very kind, Mama. I would not be a writer now if you had intimidated me. Because of you, I am an amazing novelist today.

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