Sunday, June 08, 2008
She say she have been waiting her whole life for me ... that she would love me and take caere of me till the end of time.
She was so tall and so pretty. So strong and so gentle. there were tears in her eyes. i felt like i belonged with her forever. it was perfect.
Even before i know what is love all about i realised i had this image of love suppose to be. My most primal memories of what love is-how effortlessly love arrives, how blissful it feels, how easy and natural and magical it is-those were the perfect moments with my mom.
Growing up, Mom reained as the perfect gal. She could cook anything out of nothing, heal anything,answer anything, do all the chores despite her job, stand up against all the bullies i met along the way. She gave me my life, my ambitions, my dreams. She hid candys up on the shelves jus to finish later all by herself.
even to this day Mom will ocassionally slip a ywenty dollar note jus t make sure i have enough to spend inmy daily life.
And so, with my mom as my ideal, the hunt begun, or shoiuld i say it has already ended. Just like in the fairy tales, a cinderella appeared in my life, loving me taking care of me and making me feel confident everyday of my life.
Even when i am down, even when i am ill, even when i look down on myself, she is right there standing beside me loving me like no one ever done before.
I dedicate this post to my cinderella ofr measuring up to the impossible and also my mom for loving me with her everything for the past 19 years.
what we could have been, 1:31 pm.
