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My five-year-old conception of feminism;
What is the word a middle-aged gentle man of sturdy build falling off a high-rise building shout? Obviously, Moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom!
But, why do you think he does so? Why does he not call anyone else? If you ask my Mom, she would probably say: “well, because Mom is the kindest one known to him”. In my Mom’s case, I agree. She is very kind, because she has always worked hard enough to prove so.
When she was a child, Mom says, she kindly stayed home and helped her mother cook and waited kindly for her brothers to come back from school. By the time her brothers graduated from university, she had kindly married Dad who was a farmer.
She kindly bore as many babies as she could, who were kindly nursed and cared for by her. Every day, she got up early, kindly made breakfast and woke us all up kindly to have the meal together. She then kindly tidied away and went kindly to help Dad with the farm work. She kindly came home an hour ahead of Dad and kindly prepared lunch before he was home.
Dad had always appreciated her kindness. She kindly washed the dishes while Dad lay supine on the sofa and watched her quite affectionately.
In the afternoon, after she had kindly finished her chores, she kindly helped us with school work and kindly prepared the…
