This is what happened when I was young. I was about ten years old. There was a cosmetics store in the street where I often go to and from school, and outside the store there was a basket full of nail polishes.
One day, my sister, who is two years younger than me, and I stopped in front of the basket while passing by the store. The small glass bottles filled with the colorful and fine liquid looked so pretty. I’ve never painted my nails before, and when my friends sometimes showed off their painted nails, I was envious. Probably because of that, I quickly put a nail polish from the basket into my pocket despite myself.
At that time, the clerk came out, suspicious of us standing in front of the store quite a while. My younger sister, who was quick to notice, rapidly put the nail polish back in place from my pocket. I came home, embarrassed by my younger sister. What was more, she told Mom the whole story and I was scolded.
The next day, when I came home from school, my mom welcomed me at the front door and said, hiding her both hands behind her back.
“Mom has bought something for you!”
It was a nail polish that my mom showed me, opening her hands. I was happy to have a nail polish with sparkling star-shaped pieces and the color of a clear ocean.
Today, twenty years since then, whenever I think of the memory, I am sorry and thankful to my mom. She must have felt sorry for scolding her indiscreet daughter who stole something in a store. Such a trivial nail polish troubled her mind and drove her immediately to go out to buy it. The nail polish that Mom couldn’t even put on her fingers because she was busy raising her children in difficulties, made my little hands shine in luxury. I am grateful for her considerate love. When I see her soon, I would like to hold her hands warmly.