So mother’s day is coming up. And yup, I know everyday should be mother’s day, but my mum’s recent short stay with me showed me how much she loves unconditionally and sacrificially for my family and I, and that taught me to love and cherish her in a totally different way.
She came over a month ago to Toronto to cook for me. Yup. She came to cook for me. My parents wanted to pamper me during my last undergrad exam season, and so they sent me my mum to cook and clean for me. It was so nice to have her. I’m not going to lie, I took my chance and became a little girl again. I would wake up, go to the dinning table, say “Mum, I’m hungry :)” and have a wonderful bowl of breakfast in front of me. It was like magic…. beautiful magic.
But things back home in HK got a little chaotic. Dad had surgery and needed care. Sister wasn’t able to take care of him or the house coz she’s injured and needs surgery herself. And just like that, she flew back home.
She came for me. She went back for them.
I wonder if she has time for herself. Does she get to have fun and rest and be pampered? What would we do without her…
I love you, mum.
Oh, and happy early mother’s day :)