Blog Entry #8 - Writing Focus

          By looking at her stout posture, most people would be stunned to know what a fragile woman mom is. At an age of fifty-one, she has been quite waned by hard work and sicknesses, revealing some gray hair that used to be perfectly sleeky black. Once I unexpectedly found mom staying up late in her office with one arm upholding her head and the other agilely scribbling hard on the paper. Looking at the calculator, mom’s forehead furrowed with intense concentration yet expressionless. Realizing that there was someone had been looking at her, mom peeked up as she met my eyes, forcing a benign smile and vaguely asked why I was still awake. Even if she did so, her gaunt oval face was cast with utter exhaustion through her deep worn out eyes, seaming with black wrinkled rings all way round; cannot deceive me. Her lips were pale and dry, making every word she said unclear and hoarse. I startled as I gazed at mom with disbelief: how old age could possibly change her that much… Still, mom’s simplicity and elegance always strike her out of any person. Purely putting on her blouse and skirt, jewelry not included, mom’s wholly ready for a new day. She is plain comparing to other women in common, but fabulously shines when she’s at work. Firmly short, every word she says are powered with genuine thoughts and great determination that can modify anyone without them noticing. However above all, mom’s varied manners allow her to fit in any situation or communicate with any sort of people is what I admire most about her.