Sucking My Nose
Ah, this is the night I miss my mother most. She called, yea she did, and I'm glad she did, because it reminds me that I still have a mother who loves me more than anything else, in the midst of my time-killer.
No lovely lady ever called me, telling me how much she loves me. I had 2 girlfriends and none of them did that. That sound pretty sad but one, my mother.
I love holding her hand and walk with her in shopping malls. I don't enjoy shopping, but I do enjoy walking with her. I enjoy being the odd grown-guy holding to his mum. If you would do that publicly, raise your hand and bravo to you!
Talking about her hands, it's always the very thing that saddens me, and the very thing that lift my grateful soul for a mother like this. When I was young I remember asking my mum:" Mi, why are your fingers crooked?" She told me it was like this when she was young. Well, she was 14 by then, I'm now 20, I don't see my fingers crooked. Hmm, you'll get what I mean.
I had a major flu last month I could barely breath. Mucus just stuck in my trachea and I could sneeze them out. O, that lovely lady would forcefully grab hold of me, put her big lips on my nose and stuck those greenish mucus away, if it was 15 years ago. Disgusting isn't it? I'm sure that's how she felt, but yet, why did she choose to do so? Well, if only my mind would comprehend the way she loves me.
After all, I'm only a son, for 20 years, I lived not knowing how to love her back. But one thing I know for sure, that the only commandment of the Ten Commandments that comes with a blessing, “Honor your father and mother”—which is the first commandment with a promise— “so that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.” Ephesians 6:2-3
And for this, I will always love them!
No lovely lady ever called me, telling me how much she loves me. I had 2 girlfriends and none of them did that. That sound pretty sad but one, my mother.
I love holding her hand and walk with her in shopping malls. I don't enjoy shopping, but I do enjoy walking with her. I enjoy being the odd grown-guy holding to his mum. If you would do that publicly, raise your hand and bravo to you!
Talking about her hands, it's always the very thing that saddens me, and the very thing that lift my grateful soul for a mother like this. When I was young I remember asking my mum:" Mi, why are your fingers crooked?" She told me it was like this when she was young. Well, she was 14 by then, I'm now 20, I don't see my fingers crooked. Hmm, you'll get what I mean.
I had a major flu last month I could barely breath. Mucus just stuck in my trachea and I could sneeze them out. O, that lovely lady would forcefully grab hold of me, put her big lips on my nose and stuck those greenish mucus away, if it was 15 years ago. Disgusting isn't it? I'm sure that's how she felt, but yet, why did she choose to do so? Well, if only my mind would comprehend the way she loves me.
After all, I'm only a son, for 20 years, I lived not knowing how to love her back. But one thing I know for sure, that the only commandment of the Ten Commandments that comes with a blessing, “Honor your father and mother”—which is the first commandment with a promise— “so that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.” Ephesians 6:2-3
And for this, I will always love them!
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