About 3 post away, i wrote a poem, it was for my mummy. I think she has been giving too much without asking back, she did talked me a few times, but what could i do? Well, for one thing, i swept and mopped the floor today. At least one thing off her list eh?
I think my mom has been working ever since young, hasn't rested, her dreams to travel, to open a business or to even own her own garden was not fulfilled. She has been selflessly giving her time and effort to make sure we're better than we should be. Power of mothers. This is probably the most cliche post ever.
Mommy couldn't lived her dream of going overseas as a nurse because her conservative mom wouldn't want her to marry a foreigner. So mommy gives us a lot of liberty.
Mommy had no freedom as a kid. Now we got the freedom she never had.
Mommy don't buy stuff she wants. We get what we wanted.
Mommy never played favourites. But she was blamed so.
Mommy could have walked. But she didn't. Instead we did, occasionally.
Mommy couldn't even leave to watch a movie because worry of baby. But i did, often.
Mommy tried her best. We gave her the worst.
Okok, like becoming emo post. I love mommy. She da best.
-In The Midst-
3 comments:
i love this post. and i love the picture! :)
domo arigato Ms Farah!
suits me emo boii style, aye? =p
i fully agree! *applaud*
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