My mother....

When I was 14, my mom quitted her job to take care of me; do not get it wrong, I am not crippled. It was during this time I joined the wrong company of people and did many things which are of course wrong. She sacrificed her time making money into spending time making a son she once knew and hope for.

Her hardness on me gives very limited space for me to do almost anything, in other words, ultimately controlled, even up to a point I need to be home in 30 minutes after school. The consequence of being late is sadly quite dire; tested and proven. It did not take long for me to comprehend my mistakes; after tons of scolding, grounding and shouting.

One fine day, while having a drink after school (it was the second last day of SPM, give me a break) with couple of guys and of course smoking, something struck me real hard. I would like to call it my mini enlightenment from the realization of what my mom has taught me;

1) To be thankful, remember the good deeds of a person of which did onto you.
2) To sacrifice, service above self.
3) To love once more, the unconditional love the parents have given to him.
4) To obey silence, shut up before dad gets angry.
5) To practice patients, never to give up

Suddenly, I rushed home (because my eyes started to tear and do want to be call a wuss among my friends) only to find my mom waiting for my return. She looked worried, sad to say I was like 15 minutes late from the restricted time. Instead of getting one hack of a scolding, she did not, she was worried sick. I gave her a hugged and assured her everything is great and of course the exam was great too. That was the last time I say her worried face; considering the fact of all the late nights yumcha-ing and speeding on the highways since started college.

My mom; my life, my teacher, my guardian, my main source of knowledge that no books teach or tell, thank you so much.

I may not be the best son there is neither am I being the son that you really hope to have. All this while I tried to please you as much as I could, no doubt some of the methods were stupid and annoying and some of it resulted into more scolding from you. There is one thing left for me to say, I did my best and I hope you are proud of me.

You used to believe in the things I do, but you lost that believe because it is my fault. It took sometime thereafter, but now you believe in me and I thank you for that. Anyone on the street can and may replace me as your son, but you may not be substituted by any mother on the street.

Mom...I love you...happy mother’s day.

Your son.