Mom,
a gift from God.
Mom,
A woman.
A wife.
A sister.
A daughter and a mother.
She has so many characters but only some respect and understand.
This is a story of my mom.
She is short, chubby and sweet.
She can be childish sometimes.
Sometimes stupid.
Well, that's what I used to think.
But I was wrong.
Mom,
you're not stupid nor childish.
You're the strongest.
You got married to papa.
Leaving your mama, dada and moving into a new country with papa.
And I was born.
When you gave birth to me,
your heartbeat was all I heard.
You taught me how to speak.
You taught me how to respect.
You taught how to pray.
You told me family is everything.
You told me everything, mom.
You told me that you were a village girl.
There, people think a girl shouldn't study.
So, you didn't.
You were afraid to talk to other people because you don't understand anything.
And I'm not ashamed of it, mom.
I helped you learn.
Look, how many friends you have.
When people ask me about my favorite food, your name appeared on my lips, everytime.
You're an amazing chef.
I remember you cried when your mama, dada closed their eyes forever.
Because you couldn't go back and hug them.
It hurts.
-- "Oh, she is a housewife. She doesn't work."
I hate it when people say that.
Yes, you're a housewife.
I know how much you work.
I've seen you working.
Yet, they say you're not working.
The only difference is that you get no salary like other workers do.
You know I'm closer to papa
but I share my feelings to you.
Because only a mom understands her child.
Mom, I'm proud of you.
You're the strongest woman I've ever met.
I just want to make you happy and proud.
If one day, I become a mom,
I want to be like you.
Your shadow.
They say, God can't be everywhere, that's why he sent mom.
I love you, ma.
You're a God to me.
You gave a life to me.
Thank you.
