Mary - Asian Mom

Before I continue, I guess I should tell you a bit about my mom. She is an absolute goddess, but most people can't tell. I guess it's a virtue of her Asian ancestry. As a Japanese, she held modesty in high regard. Outside the home she mainly wore plain, conservative clothes, hiding her jewel of a body. How do I know that her body is amazing? It's simple, really. Once in a while, she'll wear a tight top that'll showcase no skin, yet reveal the contour of her perfect body, highlighting the contrast of her large breasts against her slim, healthy frame. But alas, this is the closest the world has ever gotten to seeing her body.

In other words, she's perfect in every way, not only in her looks. She is hard working, intelligent, kind and embodies Japanese ideals in every way.

I guess the only imperfect thing in her life is... well, me.

I wasn't particularly good looking, nor was I hard working. I guess my grades could've been great, but thanks to Jeremy - who often stole my exam papers - my grades were pretty low. Meanwhile, at the end of every academic year, mom and I would go to my schools awards night and see Jeremy score all the top academic awards, even though I deserved them, not him!

Not that mom knew about this. I didn't tell her anything.

Every year, I could see the disappointment in her eyes as Jeremy walked onto stage, exemplifying a Japanese ideal of academic perfection. In my mind, I couldn't help but feel inadequate, as though my mom wished that Jeremy was her son instead of me.

Maybe she did.