TERRIBLY SORRY.

THR is here :D

I wanted to buy Mom something nice, really. Although it is always impossible to find something nice enough for a lady who shines brighter than diamonds.

This is the lady who put me in her lap on a hot day a long time ago, sitting next to the main door of our house because it was too hot inside. She fed me warm boiled rice and fried fish, promising me that if I could finish the plate, she would make me a glass of red syrup that I liked so much, yes, with lotsa ice-cubes, of course, honey.

This is the lady who carried me with a pink carrier around her shoulder, with her arms tight around me, pacing up-and-down around the house, humming softly, trying to calm me down. I was crying non-stop because a fever burned me alive.

This is the lady who gave me a hug outside my classroom when I was around 10 years old, because my teacher had just told her that I had a talent in writing. “I want you to be a doctor, actually,” was what she said, “but being a writer is also very cool.”

I wish you would ask me for a diamond ring, or a new cellphone, or a year-end holiday, Mom, something I could work hard and save up for.

But you simply don’t.

How do I tell you this? How do I tell you that I can’t do it, Mom, knowing how much it would hurt you, knowing that it is the only thing that you want from me right now?