Sunday, May 18
Yours Truly
[This post is dedicated to my Mum.]
When I was a baby, probably a minute old, you did not blame me for all the trouble i put you through.
When i was a baby, I probably thought that you're just a milk factory.
Or something to smile at.
Or something that pushes a spoon in my face.
Or just a hand to hold while i try to take my first steps.
As i grow, I started to see you as something that says NO almost all the time.
Sometimes, you were my worst enemy when you refuse to listen to my needs.
Sometimes, i thought you were my source of shame.
But.
That was all in the past. When i was young. Naive. Immature.
Times have changed, and so have i.
Since life is short and its a long walk to heaven, Im gonna look at the sunny side of the street.
First and foremost, I would like to apoloize for everything.
Everything includes not listenin to you when you say, "No electronic equipment at the dining table unless World War 3 breaks out."
I love you, right after God. I need you to know that i am really really really grateful for the things you've done for me.
You know im busy with school. You complain all the time that I hardly have time for the family. You get so fed up that i hang around with my friends more than half the time in a day.
Of course, I always get peeved at you.
However, I started to realise. That eventhough you nag at me,
you're so kind to clean my oh-so-"very"-clean bedroom.
And most of the time, you'd stay up with me no matter how late i stay up to complete my homework.
And sometimes, youre even my homework helper.
Earlier today, when you said "I love you Sofeeyah", it STILL makes me beam.
And when i tell you Im fat, you will always remind me of the beautiful smile and eyes im blessed with.
I love you, because to you, Im always beautiful. And when you say that, it makes me feel stronger. And confident.
Someday, when you happen to stumble across my blog, please do know that I treasure you a lot.
Because youre my all time best friend.
My font of wisdom.
And youll be my beloved memory.
ILY=]
Yours truly,
Sofeeyah
xoxo
PS: For the rest of you, do treasure your mothers.
Who else would hold your chewed-up chewing gum in their hand for you?