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Birthday
A friend commented that he doesn't really celebrate his birthday because in all honesty, the one whom all credit should be given to is your mother. So in view of that, I've written a letter to my mother to mark my 22nd birthday.
Dear Mother,
Thank you for breathing life into me 22 years ago, and thank you for doing your best in teaching me everything you know about this world.
Thank you for forgiving me, for bearing with my stubborness and my strong willed nature, for giving me the independence you were reluctant to relinquish because you knew me. Yet I got the better of you and I'm thankful that you let me go to India (twice) and also to the States.
I remember my 6th birthday party, where you stayed up preparing balloons and party hats. I remember when I turned 10 I insisted on opening my present in advance and kicked up a huge fuss that saw me spend an afternoon sulking in the naughty chair. I remember resenting how strict you were, and yet this control over my life was slowly eased as I grew older. I realised you were trusting me more and I had the chance to make more decisions for my own life while you watched from the sidelines and gave advice (which I might have brushed off oops). It must have been difficult, I imagine you must have been at your wits' end at times.
Thank you for bearing the pain of childbirth and then going under the knife after enduring the contractions because I refused to come out and started pooing in your womb (stubborn me). Thank you for deciding to give up your career at that time to bring me up, educated me, read to me and instill in me a love for reading.
Thank you for caring, even when I thought you didn't. Thank you for loving me, even when I was hell bent on rebutting everything you said. Yet as I hit 22, I've come to realise all that you've done for me. Thank you mama, for all the diapers you've changed, for all the tears you've spilled, for the sleepless nights laced with worry, for the words of wisdom, gentle chiding, upfront confrontations, heartfelt texts, wonderfully delectable meals. Thank you.
“some people feel like they don't deserve love. they walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.”
“This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It's that easy, and that hard.”
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