说辣妈刘威之明珠杯

Confronted with several fastidious judges and over fifty new students, the teacher stood in the front, stage fright barely seen. With a light make-up, her fare complexion beamed with confidence. Gracefully, she paced among the students, trying to acquaint herself with the teenagers. A few minutes later, she proceeded the class. All went smoothly, owing to her great expressive power and genial personality as well as previous full preparations, until a judge rose to her feet and interrupted, claiming that she had begun the class several minutes earlier than the prescriptive time. Despite this, the teacher appeared composed and self-possessed, waiting for the bell to ring and to restart the class. But apparently, on the contrary, I heard my inner voice grumbling about the rude and untimely interruption by the judge.

Anyway, she sailed through the class, as had been expected.

Never will you know she stayed up late to prepare for the performance, squeezing out time from what should have been spared for accompanying her little baby, from her rest period or from her limited leisure time. Never will you see another side of a mom being home, running round in circles with family trifles, then hustled back to work. You never know how capable the moms are and what they can accomplish, so amazingly admirable that any words to describe them just pale besides what they truly are.