My Son Make Me Understand Meaning of Happiness

My Son Make Me Understand Meaning of Happiness

This story is based on the true story of a famous artist in Hong Kong and Taiwan. Here we ignore their names. This story inspires us about life and family. I was born as a very lucky girl. Life as a celebrity is very smooth, something to be pursued with great effort by others, for once I reached out just as easily I can get, it is very reasonable. It makes me a snob. At the time I was 30 years old, my mood changed suddenly strange, I was not satisfied anymore with the days filled with the glamorize and debauchery, I suddenly wanted to have a child. Age 37 years old I gave birth to a son, Oscar its Latin name, because I was a celebrity, the Oscar is the highest award from the world of celebrity.

Since the first time I carried his in my arms, I have been planning a way of life in the future - I want him to become an actor best small. Starting from the smallest things such as clothing, food, shelter, accommodation and others, all of them deliberately establish with all the attention. When my son was 5 years old, I introduced it before the general public. At that time I got an invitation to the north of Thailand to cover the refugee village, I took him along.

When processing time shooting, I told him to memorize some of the dialogue scenarios, then camera shooting to him. Time was broadcast on TV, Hong Kong was in an uproar. Everyone was hysterical, admired as a gifted child. Having successfully in Hong Kong, I took him going to Taiwan to be star, he includes an exhibition on the international branded kids clothing, as well as set the occasion for him to walk on the catwalk. It is reported on a large scale by reputable media, only in my child's overnight fame has spread all over Taiwan. To further my own using my fame to promote it with all his ability, let alone her appearance can also be developed, he quickly has become the little movie star.

But at that time, there was a very horrible event, my son was kidnapped while going to school. Although the kidnapper was always threatening to not report the matter to the police, after repeatedly much consideration, I finally fixed to the police, the kidnappers have been caught sooner. When I opened the box where the kidnappers hid my child, my breath immediately became cold - the kidnappers have provided prayer candles and paper in the box.

Very clearly, they had planned to kill my child once they have received a ransom. The kidnapping incident, make my child so depressed, mentally experiencing a heavy blow. Since then he had absolutely no longer want to appear in public with me. Once back home he immediately locked himself in his room, even called to dinner he had not come out. Food was delivered to the front room he would not open the door, he just let the food put in front of her door, after which he will take away just quietly opened the door and took dinner and then went back into the room.

Seeing condition of my child, my heart is getting torn-carved. After I consult with many psychiatrists, advice which I get only one that is healing with time. I keep back my tears, and said to myself: "No problem, God has been generous to me, He had to return my child alive. "With the instinct of love of a mother I began to learn to live side by side with him, everything I do this in order to make him happy, let him do what he desired.

Inviting his classmates to playing at home, hanging out with my classmate who did not consider personality and not rich, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, cheap, no longer neatly combed hair, no longer practicing music, and so forth. On holiday I no longer take him to a museum or opera house. I let him free to determine the place and wants his own holiday event. At the time in Egypt, we rode a camel together, watching the statue of Sphinx in front of the pyramid. My child is sitting in front of me, leaned on my chest.

Suddenly he stirred, while slightly leaned his head on my chest, with a muttered he said, "Mama, thank you." I have made his the best student in school, he did not thank me, I've made a little movie star, He also did not thank me, I've decided to make it up with all my wealth, he never thanked me. Precisely at the top of this wilderness, as he was leaning in my arms, he has sincerely thanked me. Word "thank you", has made me understand that all the glory that I have no comparison with these words. I realize that life's like this that can make my child really - really really feel the happiness and satisfaction.

Three years of recovery, my son finally cured. Along with the recovery of my child, I also experienced an essential change. I am no longer proud, can understand and sympathize with others, turned into a more mature and able to control myself, other than that I also understand the meaning of happiness itself, namely: Life in the tranquility, relatives of survivors. • (Source: Epochtimes)