All too often,
We take love and gift for granted.
Gift ? Why do I say gift ?
To my mother whom gave me the gift of life.
To her, the one that gave me more than just food and shelter.
She, who goes far and beyond than what I deserve.
To her, who still tries to take care of me despite her lack of capabilities (due to her stroke)
To the young and selfish me,
Time doesn't heal wounds.
It all starts with acceptance.
To take it all in and hold on.
Hold on hard and not let go.
It's better to have wounds and then scar than not to have anything on.
Painful memories beat not having any.
Not having any memories is the same as having not lived life.
To you whom I used to hold onto.
You are still you.
I need to remind myself of it.
You are still my strength and pillar.
Strong and unwavering.
The love of my life,
past,now and future.
My mother, my everything.
The greatest gift in my life.
