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Mom, don’t ever ask how much you owe me for the washing detergent, peanut butter jam, or cheap shampoo I helped you buy from the mini market. My whole life just can’t pay your-nine month-shelter-accommodated for me in your womb.
And Mom, don’t worry about my living, or my over-crammed schedule, or my over-time working hours, or my diet and food supplement, or my sore eyes and bulging spines, or my long distance relationship, or my habitual stressful lifestyle and my –not-enough-sleep. Let me handle it myself and then you can proudly call me a grown up.The more you worry about us, the more we worry about you…
Mom, don’t you ever asked how much we love you. Cause it’s more than words can say.
Just take care.
And Let us take care of you.
Get well soon.
YeHa* 05.03.08
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awww.. touching <=) lg sakit kah nyokap loe? Hope she get well soon =)
astarii 03.06.08 @ 6:12 amI’ll be so proud if I have such a daughter like you are! =)
Jainab 03.08.08 @ 7:31 amthanks… yeah, may she be blessed and happy always.
Yenny 03.13.08 @ 2:18 am*sigh…..
lise 03.15.08 @ 9:51 amnice..~! hope u and ur mom live be blessed, and i think it did! she hav a great daughter like you, and u hav such a great mom.
Tommy 05.23.08 @ 12:33 amhow is she?
Abi 06.19.08 @ 10:44 amhikz…heart-touching…
baBy 07.07.08 @ 3:00 amhope ur mom get well soon. Amin…
Full of METTA and unconditional love! I am sure your mummy is real PROUD of you. =)
FM 11.09.08 @ 1:58 am