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我爱妈妈，这是一个秘密小时候，我们叛逆，不懂事，不听妈妈的话，绞尽脑汁伤她的心，千方百计和她对着干。渐渐长大，有一天我们猛然发现，自己是如此依赖她，心底是如此爱她。但这份爱，我们却悄悄藏在心里，羞于开口向她表达……My mom is small―5 ft―and clocks in at just over 100 lbs. She’s always been sporty but since she stopped dyeing her hair she looks her age. I love my mother a not-normal amount. My mom is an excellent mom.When I was small I thought I was just cooler than my mom because of how foreign she was. She grew up in Korea filled with Koreans， married a Korean and then moved to Hong Kong， China in her mid-30s. I was 11 months and my brother was two years old. In any case， I speak four languages and am a ruthless assimilation1） ninja2）. My mother， on the other hand， speaks English poorly with a screwy Korean British accent. She’s also ridiculously formal， deeply private and not a joiner. She transitions poorly. The move to Hong Kong with two wee3） kids and an absentee partner was rough. My father had elected to set up a shipping company. He was out of Hong Kong for eight months of the year.When I was five， I compound-fractured4） my arm， pulverising5） my elbow. I was on a play date at my mom’s friend’s house and so naturally blamed my mother. I actually remember lying on the floor， howling accusations of neglect at her while she frantically summoned an ambulance that arrived with a squad car and a firetruck in tow. I was already having a tough time adjusting at school， and it looked like I would miss weeks of class.School was awful. I had to leave during the middle of the day for physical therapy that involved swimming and return to class with inexplicably wet hair. Lunch sucked. My mom would pack the dumbest garbage. She once smeared bits of raw garlic leftover from making kimchi6） onto white sandwich bread. I waited until she got off work that night and yelled at her with rank7） breath.One lunch， I was dragging myself around the playground when I saw my mom standing by the fence， waving big and calling my name. I wanted so badly to ignore her. She was supposed to be at wo