Lying on the bed at 6 am, I await the footsteps that quietly hinted her arrival. She steps in and routinely turned off the air condition while pondering whether to switch on the fan. She reaches for the overlooked switches that were left on by me while she mumbles on about the money that I’ve wasted. That’s my mother.
Happy Mother’s Day. Yes, I am well aware it is not till this coming Sunday but for I will be on the plane back then, I chose to give her my well intended wishes now.
I want nothing more for her good health for I desire her presence at my baby shower where she will verbally pass her wisdom of upbringing to me.
I want nothing more for her to be happy for I desire her remaining years to be worth her suffering, bring up 4 children virtually on her own.
And lastly I want nothing more for her patience for it will be years before I can repay her all I can for what she have done for me and for us.
To all other mother’s out there, Auntie, Kajie, I only wish that you know we love you as much as you love us.
