Once there was a child who was very, very proud, because his face was as beautiful as the star. And when his mother came from far away to look for him, he turned away from her, and scorned her, because he saw that she was an ugly beggar woman. But after he had done so, his face became as ugly as the toad, and no children would play with him. Then the boy knew that he was punished for being cruel to her mother. And then he began to wander through the whole world, and suffered many sufferings, in search of her mother, and to ask for her forgiveness.

　　The story was a fairy tale written by a famous writer from Ireland. His name is Oscar Wilde[讀音和wild一樣]. Oscar Wilde had also done wrong in his life, and was full of regret at her mother’s death, because he was in prison and couldn’t even see her mother for the last time. Though he was a master of words, he couldn’t write a single word to express his sadness, because the sadness was too great to be told.

　　Life is very precious and for each of us is given once only. And that is given by our mother. I want to tell my mom that though there are too many things I can’t have, I am not going to ask you for them. And though my friends may have more beautiful lives I’m not going to envy them but be happy with my own. And though you’ll grow old and the wrinkles will be on your brow, you never change in my mind. And though I’m young and sometimes impatient I won’t be rude to you, and I know I will be so very proud when someday I become you.