First breath // 26th May 1996
My lovely aunt who took care of me since 1st month till i'm P6.
All grown up now.
p/s : Love your dad too x
Love is something that's really unexplainable. It's something you feel, not say.
Our mother is one of the very few that provides us with true love. When you're just a foetus in the womb, she'll care and protect you in every possible way. During the delivery, she'll endure the extreme pain.
After the birth, she'll have to worry and care for you. She'll feed you with all the delicacies even if she have to eat left overs. She'll let you sleep in dry and warm conditions while she endures wet and cold conditions.
Next, she'll breast feed you to ensure that you are healthy without thinking of her own well-being. Mothers will wash away the filth of you without caring for her hands which get dirty or for her skin and flesh which get split by contact with the cold water.
When you are older, she'll worry about you cause you have to travel afar. Looking forward anxiously to the homecoming of you and always thinking about you tearfully.
Well, you say you hate your mom? Think again.. It's really ironic sometimes, isn't it? We say we hate our mom but whenever we need something.. We start loving them again. The thing is, they hardly blame us.. Even if they do, they don't hold onto grudges for long.
I guess this is what a mother's love is. Cherish her, love her.. We're often busy growing up, we forget she's growing older as well.
Have a great long weekend.
