When I knew I couldn't suffer another moment of pain, and tears fell on my bloody bindings, my mother spoke softly into my ear, encouraging me to go one more hour, one more day, one more week, reminding me of the rewards I would have if I carried on a little longer. In this way, she taught me how to endure โ not just the physical trials of footbinding and childbearing but the more torturous pain of the heart, mind, and soul.
Lisa SeeThe classics tell us that, in relationships, the one between teacher and student comes second only to the one between parent and child.
Lisa See