To be honest, i was never really close to my mom as a lil girl. i wasn't fond of the dresses she forced me to wear, never listened to her when she told me to sit still, always ran away and hid when she got into her feisty moods.
Nevertheless, and she might not have known this, i always watched her from afar. Sitting at the kitchen table bathed in sunlight while painting dainty lil birds on porcelain. Singing on stage after constantly being pulled up by her friends. Sitting around the dining table with her close friends, playing gin rummy till the wee hours of the night. Seeing her get ready for a fancy dinner. And my favourite, smiling to herself as she cross-stitches.
I watched her from afar cuz i always saw my mom as this glamorous, outgoing, cultured and poised woman. Someone so utterly opposite of who i thought i was. Someone i wished i could be.
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| No... that isn't me. |
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| She's the pretty one on the far left. |
But even then, she was still that someone i wanted to be. For all the different reasons compared to before, even more than how i felt before.
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| And for all of you who thinks my laugh is loud... you haven't heard my mother's. |
I hope i can still learn to be as patient as she is, especially since she's had to deal with 5 unbearable and unmanageable kids; or be as supportive as she is, never missing any of my school events or boasting to people about my awesome omelet (believe me, it wasn't that great).
So, i just wanna say thank you for putting up with me. For giving me just the right amount of space and the amount of push i need.
Everything i am today, everything i have to offer... i hope it at least puts a smile on your pretty face.
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Yey! She liked it... |
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