Mothers Day

                   Mother. The protector that God has chosen for us because he knows that she would love and care for us dearly.

How long have I been here, in Singapore alone without my mother. I remember that time was the first time I was travelling without my mother. I cried and cried hoping that my tears would magically bring my mother along to Singapore. I went through so many problems when I first came here and that made my mother really worried as she couldn't be in Singapore. Then I settled in our home now, still sticking to my mother like glue. I would tell her everything and talk to her everyday because I knew that I couldn't live without her. Then as time flies, we got really busy and seldom talked to each other. Our relationship became distanced. I experience so many difficulties alone which I would never have expected but I knew I couldn't do it without my mother because she was always the backbone to my solutions, without her I couldn't have stood for so long. After awhile, I got used to living here. This place, is suddenly a place I call home. I have became more comfortable staying here than staying back at home with mother. I've changed so much, I became more talkative, but more opinion as well. I became more daring but in the wrong way. I remember the last time I went back, I think I argued with my mother twice already. I used to be the no comment girl and everything listens to mother girl but that time I didn't know why I would even think of arguing with her. I am very afraid, afraid that Id hurt her. But I never knew that I was hurting her through all the words and body language that I've used with her. I have always treated her as a best friend, someone who knows me inside out, someone who would joke around with me and someone who I can comfortably talk to. But I regret, because she is still my mother. I should've known, everything she asks and says are just for the best. But I took the best friend thing for granted, I really treated her as a best friend and having no respect while talking to her. But because I knew that she knows everything about me that Id expect her to know what I'm thinking and got mad at her just because she couldn't figure out with is wrong with me. I regret day and night and I know that sticking back a broken mirror can never be perfect again. I promise myself, I will be the best in everything I do and make her proud. I pray that God will and always bless her and protect her. I pray that God will guide her in everyway that she has to achive, I pray that God will always be there for her and bless her always. I love you mom, this may not be a romantic poem, not even a letter but this is everything from the heart. I'm sorry I've made you mad and disappointed, but I will do my best, just for you.


signing off,
Amelia Wong.