Reposted article: Mother-- by Bruce Lin

One day, I got on a bus. No sooner had I sat down in the rear of the bus than I noticed a woman talking loudly in the front. I assumed she was arguing with somebody. However, she was talking to no one. Without any obvious audience, she was just standing there babbling on and on. Undoubtfully, she had mental problems. Right beside her sat a little boy that might be her son. The weird woman kept stroking her son's head while still talking loudly and aimlessly. The scene was touching, and it became unforgettable to me because it seemed to tell me that no matter how mixed up the woman was in her brain, the motherhood in her hands remained secure.