(My feet hurt really bad cos of my eczema and my whole family knows that.Here I am limping from the hall back to my room with my'im cranky,dont disturb me' face)
Mummy: Your leg pain ah?
(mind you, my darling mother doesnt really care cos firstly, she's so used to me being in pain and secondly cos i hate being pitied for my skin condition. Now dont mistake my being extremely manja when my skin acts up as asking to be pitied. But then again, when am I NOT manja? )
Me: No mummy, i just enjoy walking around the house like an idiot.
(to which my mother just laughed and went back to playing solitaire. This is why I love my mother. I honestly think she's abit whacked. I'm here thinking she cant be bothered about me although she can hear me sobbing in my room and making me hate her .Next thing I know she knocks on my door, Which cause me to holler"WHAT!!".To which she doesn't answer but knocks(that irritating knock) again. I get off my bed, fling open my door all prepared to scream at her, and my mommy gives me a new book she bought for me)Tell me lah, how to scream at her for not caring?
Sure, she isn't always there...She says the darnedest things...She's more cool than me...She grumbles, complains, slams the door and buys me a bloody big mac meal for my 21st birthday...
This same lady, is the pillar of strength. She was there for my dad during crappy years. Gave us the best treats growing up. Was loved the most amongst all the cousins for giving the best presents. She never gives up, always thinking about the future.
Hell, she even kept the mothers day card i gave her aeon's ago.
Mummy, You're one crazy woman but I still love you. MotherNatureLovesPink.4:19 AM
