My mum can't read, nor can she able to understand many things. My mum is 60 this year, and for many times that I can remember, she always put her loved ones before herself.
There are many things I wish I can talk to her, but I can't. To her, I'm her son, almost perfect in every ways imaginable. I will always make sure that it stays that way. I promise to take care of her as long as I'm alive.
Nothing in this world as worthy as a simple smile on her wrinkled old face, from the years of labouring under the hot scorching sun, in the tobacco plantation, to support our family.
i love you, always. Happy mother's day, mek.