Looking back, the first 13 years of my life was in a perfect jigsaw puzzle as I call it, there's my dad, my mom and my big brother, all I've ever needed, all the pieces of the jigsaw that fits perfectly and completely to form a nice lovely picture of my life. We were happy although I'm too young to appreciate this whole meaning of 'Family'. I didn't think of it as a great deal, you know, something that I'm born with, something that comes naturally, something that I took it for granted for what it's worth. If you asked me now, I wouldn't exchange that for the world. I have since realised when it became an incomplete jigsaw puzzle with a missing piece. All you've left with are the fond memories.
The earliest memories I had was when I was 3 years old, anything before that doesn't exist in my brain. My train of memories are in bits and pieces, a single bit or two for each year may be. But I'm quite sure, only extreme ones stayed in my head, they are either extremely unpleasent (none relating to family) or joyous moments, magically and blessingly I had more of the latter. And I'm going to keep all the fond memories with me for ever.
Well not that I've another pair to compare with, my mom and dad are THE best. The best in any way one could think of. I idolise my father to the fullest extent, no one, NO ONE, I meet in this life can be as great as he was. He was handsome, he was kind, he was caring, honest, he's a natural leader who's disciplined and owned the biggest heart. Today I truly miss him but I'm not going to bring out this topic just to make mom cry for a thousandth time.
It's Mother's Day. We brought mom out for a dinner at one of the Sushi Restaurent in Singapore. Although mom did not mention, deep down, I know she truly misses him too especially when my brother and I did something espcially for her and my dad isn't around to experience them. Mom's every bit as emotional as I am, though I think I don't cry very often. She's kind, she's delicate, she's sweet and incredibily caring at heart, though she's not very good with showing it. Everytime I think of judging myself as a daughter, I conclude that I'm not very much a good one. And I feel sad about that. I can be insensitive at times and I don't spend a lot of time with her even if I have a choice. I know it's bad and I feel the pang of regret when I think back. I'm so gonna work on that. I just hope that she's happy staying with us here despite being confined in this tiny apartment.
Okay, enough bragging. Happy Mother's Day all! I truly appreciate what my mom has done for us, from wiping our butts clean when we were babies to loving us eternally and unconditionably from the minute (or even before) we were born. I Love You May May!! Stay healthy always and live 100++ years!
