a family stuff, Mama.

"Call it clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one." - Jane Howard

I would like to tell about my mom. ok here it is. 

I bet she think she understand me pretty well. ya, she know my favorite foods, colors and hobbies. only her, have seen me at my best and my worst. but the things that she don't know about me is how much i love her because i've never let she know. "i know exactly how you feel" is one of the lines she used to try to calm me down. since i usually dramtize situations. my mind just screams "you dont know how i feel."as i get older, i have thought a lot about my mother. i love her even she's always angry, screaming like a lion. it's okay as long as i still get her hug. 

Well, she is the person whose face i saw first when i was born, someone i have lived with my whole life, someone who will give her favorite food to me, someone who want to share ice cream with me or even give all of her Baskin Fresh pack for me, someone who take care of me and clean my bloody knee when i fell off my bike. She is the true inspiration because of her many selfless act and amazing patience. i never forgot when she give me  a chilli when i try to put a chilli to my brother lips. she's always stood firm through my mood swings understood the difficulties that come with being a teenager. 

I love the way she hug. no one can give a big cuddly, comforting hug like her. even thought she have a busy life as a single parent. she still found time to help me. well, this time she always complain about hemming my clothes, or chauffeuring me everywhere. but she support me and try to give me opportunities she never had. 

Perhaps she think i dont notice all the sacrifices she makes for her daughter, but i do. she have done so many things that touch me deeply, and i hope this post will give her a glimpse into the boundless ocean that is my love for her.