23 November 1958
I can’t thank You enough,
For the day my mom was born,
For choosing me to breath life out from HER womb,
The one that sheds tears when I am sad.
The one that laughs when I am joyful.
The one that will listen, to my endless stories, over the phone, at any time, any day, for hours and hours, without a sigh.
The one who will pick up my call, during working hours, just to answer my silly question “Mak, goreng cekodok guna tepung apa?” “Guna tepung gandum sayangku…” =P
The one who will come to my rescue when I’m in trouble.
The one I owe for everything I was, I am and I hope to be.
And because of that, I’m truly blessed and grateful.
To my best friend, my confidante, my mother,
I wish you “Happy birthday mom”
“But there’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begin.” – Mitch Albom, For One More Day