I love my mom. For I know she really cares about me, though maybe not in the way I wished.

She wasn't that kind of "good mother" as portraited in books. She didn't fix my bed or prepare breakfast for me or take me to school in the morning. She didn't wash my hair or body or watch me do my homework in the afternoon. She didn't tell me stories by the fire or lull me to sleep with a lullaby at nite.

When I woke up in the morning, she wasn't there...
When I fell asleep at nite, she wasn't there either...
All I knew was that she was somewhere out there...

However...

When I was ill, or having a fever, she'd hold me in her arms through the whole night when the maids had gone to sleep.
When I was in hospital, she'd come and stayed with me all night. But by the time I woke up in the morning, she would have gone to work...

To have someone by your side, listening to you, caring about you is nice, but that won't last forever.
To find someone who loves you from the heart is even better, the LOVE is with you anytime, anywhere, anyhow.
Just to know that...
I praise God for giving me such a wonderful mother, through her love for me I learn what love is.

• introduction
• my childhood
• my mom
• my dad
• in between the years...