Mama do.

Today, I woke up to a gentle cold breeze blowing through my window, with birds chirping alongside. Yes, I left the window opened from last night. So I hover for a moment, embrace this occasional wind blow in this summer’s heat, found myself smiling ear to ear wriggling in my blanket, until I remembered the laundry I have set to do this morning. But no matter, I said to myself, this is going to be a beautiful day.

So I went downstairs only to find mom cooking, preparing for lunch, not that it’s already afternoon. But I’m guessing we’re having companies later. My old woman, who finds cooking as a sort of therapy.

To the person who’s always ahead of time in keeping her family fed and well taken care, to the person who taught me how to walk, to the person I have most of my fights with, to the person who cooks an amazing food a person can taste, to the person who waited patiently through my rebellious years, to the one person whom I know I can’t live without, through tears and laughter, trophies and failure; I love you Mom.

Happy Mother’s Day.