She took good care of me for 23 years. Any "I dont feel so good" from my mouth, she would have sleepless nights worry-ing (which is why sometimes I sit quietly in my room when I'm sick). Even when she can't walk she would insist on cooking for me. For all of us. That's a mother's love. No limit.
Mama loved receiving presents. Big or small, as long as its perfectly wrapped (genetic OCD), she's happy. That smile on her face when she opens a gift..priceless.
First time in my life, I could not give her anything. No cracking my head a week before thinking of what to get her. Feels kind of weird, actually. Even with no Gucci bags, diamond necklaces, Dior perfume sets, at least this year I could give her the most important gift- my doas and prayers for her.
I love you Mama. Hope you're doing good, where ever you are, hopefully with delicious meehoon soup :)
*hugs*
Al-fatihah.
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