The eighth day

by Gao Shan

“It was the eighth day after I was born when I was taken home by my adoptive mother. 
We lived in a 70 square meters apartment and after her retirement she found a job as an underground  garage manager. 
She worked in this garage during the day and in the night she returned home to rest.  Although we lived together, for a long time, I was indifferent and did not pay attention to her. For me she was a ” mother” in name only. 
I began to re-examine the mother who was constantly present in my life, as well as the things in her daily  life. Through such a process I started to express my love to her, to hug her and be with her. 
The result was that day after day I started to see my mother not only as a mother but also as an individual.”