When I was in elementary school, my mother would deliver lunch boxes to my sister and me by bike every day. On a rainy day, while Mom was riding her bike with our lunch boxes, she slipped and fell. After the accident, all she cared about was not herself but the lunch boxes, worrying whether the previously well arranged dumplings were still good to eat. When she handed us the lunch boxes at school, she smiled dazzlingly as if nothing had happened. I was not aware of her accident until Dad told me so after I got home that day.

As a matter of fact, Mom has exerted incredibly diligent efforts to make sure I would enjoy three good meals every day. She insisted on cooking even when she was sick or had burns on her hands. She never thinks of herself; all she cares is the kids’ welfare!

I truly believe in the existence of Buddha and Bodhisattvas, who have no concerns for themselves, but dedicate themselves wholeheartedly to the welfare of other people, just like my mother.