This is an entry about a woman, who I adore and always do for the rest of my life.
First of all, I do not know how I am going to write, to comprehend each and every single attribute about her, I doubt my ability to express my gratitude having her in my life.
My mother is not like any other mother in this world, as far that I have noticed. I considered my mother as a modern mother. She grew up in a big city, within a moderate family background. My mother doesn’t always tell us, the siblings much about her childhood life. She rarely tells us about her family trees. I do not even know the name of my great grand father / mother. And for God sake, I just am being told by my grandmother that my late grandfather is actually an INDONESIAN. How bizarre, to know that I am not totally a Malaysian
She, amongst her other siblings, is the most quiet person yet very helpful to the family. My aunt once told me that mom didn’t have many friends during her teenage life; she liked to sleep after school, did her homework and went to bed early at night.
As far as I can remember, my mother is a hardworking person in her career. I remember being told that she worked as a clerk before she got married, and she hitch a lorry everyday to get to work. She then worked as a nurse, got married to my father, took Bachelor Degree after having 3 kids, took Master Degree after my little brother was born, and now still working, although she has already retired a year ago. She is now preparing her new proposal for PhD.

Being a wife and a mother to 4 kids, I would say my mother doesn’t have much ‘housewife’s skills’ like others. She cooks typical meals everyday, yet we still long for her cooking each time balik kampung. She always recycles last night’s cooking for today’s breakfast. She doesn’t bake; she doesn’t make any kuih raya. She always serve goreng pisang and cucur during tea time. Her specialty is soto ayam, which I crave for every festive season.
And lately, for the past few months, I have been thinking about my whole life. Am I being obedient to my parents, all this while? Did my parents feel disappointed with my decisions so far? Sometimes, when I insist on something, without listening to my parents, did I actually hurt them? I am 26 years old this coming August, can’t really believe I’m this old. And for the past 26 years, I wonder, how many times have I hurt my mother. Ampun mak…
Amazingly, despite all the troubles we have created since we were kids, mother would always stay still, stay put. She is such a strong woman. She never listened to others; she only listens to her own instinct and her own heart. How I wish to be as strong as mother. I know she cries sometimes, for our shortcomings, but believe me mother, I would never have any intention to hurt you. And at this moment of time, I really miss you mak
5 June would be mom’s 57th birthday.
Selamat hari lahir mak. Semoga mak dipanjangkan umur, dan dikurniakan kebahagiaan dunia dan akhirat. Baby minta ampun atas segala salah silap. I love you so much.