Found out.

I just realised/found out how much my mother loves me.

(I really didn't wanted this post to be some mushy lovey dovey motherly post but i really wanna share this. Maybe it will help you appreciate your mommas too.)

Um...i remember fondly this time, just recently, the family were some buddhist society dinner event. I was rather moody because of where we are. I felt awkward. I brought my book - The Lovely Bones. When we sat down, i read my book.

After a while, i got kind of tired of reading so i placed it aside and then just blankly stared into space. Suddenly, you asked me if i want to draw so i can prepare for the next day's art competition. I was reluctant at first but then, i asked myself, "Why not? Since i got nothing to do..." So you handed me a pen and let me use the donation envelope to let me scribble on. (I dearly thank God for letting my mother let me use the envelope to draw or my grandme would have donated towards the society! She was kinda pressurised by the many old people donating..but don't worry, ah ma! You needn't have to donate to an organisation that is not godly.) Yeah, i mean that only shows how much you cared about me, mummy.

Later you took my book and read the summary behind. I was kind of like, "huh, what are you doing?" You know, i don't know why, but it seemed like a first that you got interested in what i read, not only in front of your friends. Well, then you seeemed so interested, it felt you were a friend of mine, not a mother. I could see your care.

You got a shelf. You and auntie helped built it while i lazily watched television. It was for me. For my whole stack loads of books. It really helped my desk to become spick and span. Now it's so spacious.

There are so many things that you've done for me. But, what have i done for you? I really do not want to get angry with you, or get irritated by you. I want to be a good daughter of yours. I love you, mummy.

See, told you it would be mushy.
Whatever.