Mother

Mother...

I used to think that you are too strict to me. You are often mad at me. You always thought of me as careless kid. Still, I can not hate you. Especially, when my religion says that I need to respect my parents, especially my mother. I also thought that you were too hard-headed (or block-headed?), like my self. Of course I inherit that personality, because both of my parents are hard-headed. But, I still respect you.

Then, I knew that you seldom bought things for your own because you always think about me. You concern about my future, about my wedding ceremony (later...), about my life which often distract your good-night-sleep. Moreover, my brother had to tell a lot of things just to encourage you to buy somethings for yourself.

I just realized that it is so nice of you, Mother, to worry and think of meabove yours. I also regret now when I remember those times I made you cry and hurt your feeling. I take back all my bad words of you, Mother.

I love you...

Cirebon, August 4th 2007.


If only today were mother day, then I would present this writing for you.