FOR ONE MORE DAY

Picked the book up at 12am and didn't put it down until I finished it at 2.
Ashamed to say that it takes reading a book to remind me how much I love my mom, and even more than that, how much my mom loves me.

So for you mummy, my sincerest blog-reader who never fails to leave me sweet annonymous comments: Thank you for all your love, and I love you too.

Although we're 400km apart, you're the one I turn to when the going gets tough.


Although you work long hours up to 7 days a week at times, you listen patiently on the phone as I bemoan about how much schoolwork and hall activities I have. When you live a good long way away from work and have to drop yeechai off at the train station every morning and pick her up every evening after work, then drive home and cook dinner. When I live a stone throw away from Bizad and come back to a dinner that's already prepared in the dining hall.


You take time off and set aside work to take me out when I return home as and when I like. How many times have you asked how long I'll be home for, just to be answered "Just a few days." So many times I had chosen other things over going home. Too busy. Too much work.
1-month holiday? IHG.
3-month holidays? FWOC.
1-month holiday? travel.
1-month holiday? IHG.
You count the hours you could have spent with your mother. It's a lifetime in itself.

Was looking around my sister's blog hoping to come across more pictures of my mom, when I saw this snippet about my mom.

I remember my mom telling me a little story/analogy about puppy love.

“let’s say you meet a boy in school. you like chicken rice, he likes chicken rice. you think you are in love, because you both like chicken rice and a lot of people associate with liking and having the same taste in stuff with being in love. they think its the same thing. but then, your school canteen ONLY sells chicken rice. so how? you’ll grow older, get out into the real world and realize that there’s more to chicken rice in chinese cooking. there are other dishes. plus, you have other cuisines. you have italian, japanese, mediterranean, etc"

my mom is funny sometimes.

I don't need pictures to remind me of how my mother looks like, or storybooks to make me believe in the eternal power of a mother's love.


I also believe that parents, if they love you,will hold you safely,above the swirling waters, and sometimes that means you'll never know what they endured.