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A Story of a Great Woman-My MotherIT was a sunday morning, while im still in my morning daze,
my mum delivered a shocking news to me.
Mum: "You know, Auntie Tina, Jenny and Carol got terminated by the company you know?"
... *they are all my mum's colleagues.
Me:"HUH??! Why?"
...
Mum:"......beause they are OLD already, they replaced with three new GIRLS..."
There was a short silence and I knew deep down that my mum is worried about her future...Suddenly it was like, you know this ominous thing is going to happen but you wished it would not.
Im not worried about living a simplier and humble life in future.
My greatest fear is my mum stressing too much about the issue and affect her health.
My pain comes from my mother's pain.
But words just can't come out from my mouth when i see her...*sigh*
Her once youthful face is now so hagged and shagged.
Her unkempt hair, wrinkled eyes...
No doubt, I blame myself for not being able to help much to ease her heavy burden of being the sole breadwinner of the family.
No doubt, I cant relieve her stress.
The story of my mum goes a long way back;I was brought up by maid at home when i was young.
But my mum taught me well.
she disciplines us, taught me my school work (she would sit beside me until i finished my homework) and she NEVER NEVER hits her kids.
Frankly, I'm a rebellious and hot tempered kid *even til now*.
But she seldom threw her temper at me.
She gave her kids freedom to do her own things.
Even if it meant I could have entered a NTU or NUS kinda sch and get a gd job with gd prospect, but I chose to do sth of interest with unstable prospect and career opportunities,
She never once complain and nag about my decision.
She's always stingy about her own needs, but never her kids.
sometimes she even splurge on us =] .
But that's my mum. Self sacrificing.
Even on her friends.
But this lady was no fortunate wife.
Married a 'Man' who neglected his role as a 'father' and 'husband' *I seriously don't want to talk about this 'Man'.*
She's became the sole breadwinner and a sole family root.
She and my sisters the only reason why I love my family.
Despite this misfortunate fate,
She NEVER ONCE Blame on her kids. No matter how stubborn we are, no matter how unappreciative we are about family issues,
My mum carries this load of burden for many years and although we always pray for things to get better some day,
It never did got better.
But, at least I dont give up on my mum.
I NEver Would, Never Will.
Even if it means downgrading our lives.
Even if it means squeezing a family of 5 inside a 2 room flat.
Even if it means eating bread and butter everyday.
As long as My mum is happy and don't worry so much about the family.
It dosen't matter if we're not rich and life's not stable.
Nothing is more impt to me than having my mother by my side.
Even when i seem unappreciative and neglected her tender care.
I do appreciate and I do love her more.
I just don't know how to show it better.
Se got a stubborn, and independent daughter and she knows me inside out like no one did.
i don't shower/show affection dosent mean i dont want to. I dont know how to.
Affection is secondary, SINCERITY is PRIMARY. and I Live by that principle.
hope mum's headache will ease and look at the bright side of life.
Every year I always pray and wish.
For gd health and happiness to this great woman who 'single-handely' brought up 3 daughters.
But why? Happiness always seems to fail to fulfil on her.
maybe, not yet.
To the angel up there, please read my story and bless my mother and give her good life.
As navie as it may seem,
I'll do anything to make this self sacrificing, loving mother of mine a happy mum =]
It time, for her to put that load down, and let me carry for her...
This is what I read on Readers Digest, about a kampong mother who rides an old bicycle to fetch her two kids to school. The journey to school was a tedious one, but she insisted on bringing them to school...she said to them :
"My reasons are stronger than yours and don't you bother. I know, for I'm your mother..." 
.:AngeL+DeViL blogged on 12:40 AM:.
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