the mom that never sleeps

It's 1:22am on a wednesday morning.

Sitting on my bed, I decided to blog about what happened in the past 2-3hours ago.

For the past few months it hasn't been easy at home. 

Sometimes arguments breaks out of now where and bitter comments were thrown all around at home.

But today i've decided to blog about my mum.

I can never forget when i was younger how my mum would punish me for telling a lie, not doing my homework or sometimes being rude to people by not talking. I will get cane by her and in my mind i would hope for a saviour to save me from her punishments. (Which most of the time turns out to be my dad or my grandpa). And as i grew older my mum starts to tell me stories, the day that i was born... tears of joy filled her heart and my family's heart. She always say that she couldn't believe that she could give birth to a "giant" like me. And of cos when i was younger, she use to buy dresses for me to dress me up like a princess, going for ballet classes (i know it hard to believe). And soon you grow to be a teenager, when you just felt that everything about your mum is just about nagging after more nagging and more nagging. She complains of the number of hours i set in front of my computer playing games, bumming around. She seeks after a way that not every parents takes but to put everything of herself down and to take a step down to communicate with me. Till the day i step into my university when i started to make choices in chasing after my dreams. On the day of my graduation, she prepares herself wearing the first white dress i bought for her, that smile on her face knowing that she was and still is very proud of me. And now, when i started working she never fails to takes care of my health, making sure i have enough food and rest. 

Of cos, what my mum did is way more then just these sentences of words. 

Today, i had dinner with my mum just like any other day. But today i saw the other side of my mum that i know someday it will fade away. Ever since my helper went back, though my sister and I were given different task to take on but no matter how much we do it will never beats the amount of energy and strength my mum puts in to make this home a better home to live in. No matter how early we have to get to work or school she never fails to wakes up in the morning to drive us to that place, when the afternoon hits she rush off the house work and goes of to work, and when night falls she refuses to let us wash the dishes and clothes but to ask us to get more rest. We complain so much many times on the things we need to sacrifice but what more do we complain when we look at our mums with the afford the put in to make this a better home. 

Seeing her with so much more things to do with so little time to rest i decided to help her but i got myself cut with a tin. She quickly runs over the house to get me a plaster. And at the end she just said go and sleep don't wake up late tomorrow. 

I've no idea how your mums are but though many times i couldn't understand how she thinks but i'm forever grateful to have her by my side and i'll never exchange another mum for her. 

I love you mum :)