I could remember our primary school days. How we used to cry while going to school. We wouldn't want to go. We wanted to stay at home and eat. We wanted to follow Mum to her shop probably so that we could play around there and have some candies. Going to school wasn't and option at those times.
But Mum never allowed us to have our way. She would take us to the school teachers and instruct them to teach us regardless of whether we cry or not. She would even give them the permission to beat us with a cane if we refused to behave.
Thanks to Mum because she laid the good foundation for us. Now we could know how to read and write. We have good prospects because we have been educated. That is the beautiful works of motherhood.
