On more than one occasion he has come home from the university to find her morose, in bed, rereading her parents' letters.
For by now, he's come to hate questions pertaining to his name, hates having constantly to explain. He hates having to tell people that it doesn't mean anything "in Indian." (4.9)
It is a meal he knows it has taken his mother over a day to prepare, and yet the amount of effort embarrasses him. (6.105)