I am rude to my mom. I am snappy, impatient and reactive. Sometimes I think its your fault. You don’t understand me, jump to conclusions, raise your voice at every time you find fault with me and is easily irritable too. But at other times or maybe more than too often, I am all that u are. Like mother like daughter.
I am sorry. I reflect upon my words and actions always. Aftermath.
Perhaps I see you as a friend, sometimes I wish that you are more than a housewife. Other times I see your dedication, your love and your sacrifice and I marvel at what you can do. This house that i live in is unbelievably spick and span. I can’t even keep my tiny little room in hall clean. You can cook the best honey glazed chicken wings, herbal chicken, white grouper in your special gravy sauce and Singapore’s most wonderful soups -lotus root soup, pai gu tang, apple soup and many more ( forgot the names). Yet, there are times when I know you can be much more if you ventured out to be the architect/fashion designer/cosmetic salesperson that you still talk and dream about. I wish for you to enjoy life to its fullest now and before now. Go mummy, and visit China, germany, greece, switzerland..places that you have always wanted to go. It doesn’t matter if its difficult to find a travel partner. I would have travelled with you if you were willing to travel without inhibitions. It takes courage, a sense of adventure and guts to venture into unknown places. Dreaming, griping, moaning is not enough. We are old enough to stay at home peacefully and not burn this house down. If you don’t go now when will you ever have the chance to travel in your later years? Splurge on yourself, buy nice pretty things and not restrict yourself to the cheapest items on sale. You are darn beautiful if you do not know it. Have more confidence.
But as long as you are happy. I shan’t impose my notions of what I think will make you happy. That’s why my thoughts are here.
