Mother

Lately, the weather has been amazing. Its perfect for a sleep-in day.

Wait, before its too late, Happy Merry Little Christmas to those who celebrate it. :)

So today Mother is not feeling well, you know, the back-ache, body-ache, etc etc. Hm, she's been nagging and groaning in pain. However, neither did all of us know, early in the morning after the morning prayer, she washed up and started her day while us still happily snugged under the big warm blanket. She rushed to the city market to get all the wet ingredients and planned in her head about the menu, lunch and dinner.

So long story short, I went down to the kitchen and helped out with the chores and all.

Mother, in pain, sighing. Saying that she wanted to cook fish curry for dinner, thus, asked me to prepare the ingredients. Me, on the other hand, nagged at her, as seeing her in pain kills me a little inside. She refused to listen, and started cooking..

I stayed around and helped her out. Thinking.

Why? Why? Why is this creature named - Mother - is able to do this while feeling uncomfortable at the same time. Why?

Then, by the time she finished cooking, the smell of the dish is amazing, it is warm, it is fuzzy, it is my mother's cooking.

She simply said, " I love my family, that is why even though I'm feeling unwell, i still want to cook for my family.''

She's like no other, she is my mother.

Love always,

-z-