Our mothers go out of their way to protect a child, to defend from whatever evil, to be a guardian and to discipline correctly. A mother never stays home. A mother never just sits on a couch sewing, knitting or whatever what-not it may be. A mother sets forth the journey of knights and swordsmen to deliver her children from evil.

It seemed that the three-worded Chinese name that was donated by a mogul became the bastion, the bailiwick, the home and the refuge of who seemed to be the most powerful woman that stood side by side with the hooded monks. Her enormous grasp for power is invisible, just within the reach of normal 20/20 vision. The commercialization of the position seem to send a chilling message to those student wannabes that there’s someone up there waiting to hit you with a wand. There’s an invisible empress that you must subdue your intentions before going public with your actions. There’s a perfect writer who never recognizes allegories and figures of speech and takes everything as if it was literally founded. AND THAT THERE IS SOMEONE WHO WAITS FOR YOU TO BOW DOWN AND PAY HOMAGE TO HER MOTHERLY PERFECTION. It is my (dis)honor to have bowed down. But it is also to my disgrace that my face cannot be utterly recognizable amidst a rally of 30,000++ well-wishers of education.

A question still lingers in me. Does a mother need to hide inside brazen bastion to defend her children? Or just simple sincere love and affection?