You know, I think since this blog is sort of hidden from my parents, I wanna write something here which I can never find the guts to say to my mom.
My dear mommy:
Yesterday was Mother's Day. It was your big day. But you never seem to ask for anything special. You just smiled and glared at me when I asked what do you want on Mother's Day.
I didn't buy you anything. Nor did I made you anything. I felt quite guilty, seeing as whenever something good happened to me, you rewarded me with food or something, without me asking for it.
I never asked you to reward me anything as well, since I know you're not exactly working, a full-time housewife and all. But I'm really really happy that you did.
Sometimes, I said words that hurt you out of uncontrollable rage and irrational thinking. I'm really very sorry for those words. I'm sorry mom.
Although you can be quite naggy sometimes, to the extend that I need to tune your voice out, but when I'm not at home, my teardrops fell when I hear you nagging at me through the phone. That's because I miss you.
I heard that I'm not born with natural methods, they got me out by surgery. When I tried to realize how much pain and sacrifice is it for you, I find myself unable to picture the great agony that you suffered. That's how much pain and sacrifice you've made for me.
I know that when I was still a kid, you even tried to learn and work as a teacher in a kindergarden so that you could watch over me and be able to teach me when I have questions. Until now, whenever I go I could feel your protection and watch over me. Thank you for this because I feel confident and not to be afraid when I am on my own.
When I had some sort of achievements, I can see that you felt happy for me and smiled at times. And at the same time I can also see that you try not to show it too much. Thanks for telling me that I should not be arrogant of my minuscule achievements. Because that principle, is very important in life.
I love to eat what you cook you know? Of all the curries I've eaten in my life (I love curry, by the way), your curry is the one I craved the most. And your Hakka Ham Cha as well. Basically, I just love a lot of things that you cooked.
I love you mommy. Thank you. I love you.
From,
Yvonne..
My dear mommy:
Yesterday was Mother's Day. It was your big day. But you never seem to ask for anything special. You just smiled and glared at me when I asked what do you want on Mother's Day.
I didn't buy you anything. Nor did I made you anything. I felt quite guilty, seeing as whenever something good happened to me, you rewarded me with food or something, without me asking for it.
I never asked you to reward me anything as well, since I know you're not exactly working, a full-time housewife and all. But I'm really really happy that you did.
Sometimes, I said words that hurt you out of uncontrollable rage and irrational thinking. I'm really very sorry for those words. I'm sorry mom.
Although you can be quite naggy sometimes, to the extend that I need to tune your voice out, but when I'm not at home, my teardrops fell when I hear you nagging at me through the phone. That's because I miss you.
I heard that I'm not born with natural methods, they got me out by surgery. When I tried to realize how much pain and sacrifice is it for you, I find myself unable to picture the great agony that you suffered. That's how much pain and sacrifice you've made for me.
I know that when I was still a kid, you even tried to learn and work as a teacher in a kindergarden so that you could watch over me and be able to teach me when I have questions. Until now, whenever I go I could feel your protection and watch over me. Thank you for this because I feel confident and not to be afraid when I am on my own.
When I had some sort of achievements, I can see that you felt happy for me and smiled at times. And at the same time I can also see that you try not to show it too much. Thanks for telling me that I should not be arrogant of my minuscule achievements. Because that principle, is very important in life.
I love to eat what you cook you know? Of all the curries I've eaten in my life (I love curry, by the way), your curry is the one I craved the most. And your Hakka Ham Cha as well. Basically, I just love a lot of things that you cooked.
I love you mommy. Thank you. I love you.
From,
Yvonne..
2 comments:
T_T....touching
Haiyo, don't read this lah. Not fun wan.
Shoo! Go read other posts. This is only for my mom. XD.
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