My mum

My marriage is exactly a week away. When I woke up this morning and getting prepared to work, I saw my mum scrubbing on the floor. She is apparently trying very hard to ensure that everything would look perfect on the wedding day; despite the age and the constant numbness that she is suffering from.

It saddened to note that despite the fact that I won’t be around after this, she still tries the best of her abilities to ensure that everything is proper for my wedding day. Even with the fact that after this marriage, I’ll no longer be staying with the family that I’ve been living in for the past 29 years. The family that I grew up with.

Honestly, I am not very close to my mum at initial stage of my growing years. I am more attached to my dad, and was always referred to as ‘anak abah’. Understandably because I was the only daughter in the family for several years until my sister finally arrived (huh, sibuk je! ;))

Teenage years however make me becomes closer to my mum. Partly because I have some issues with my dad but mostly because I guess as you grow older, you tend to feel a lot more comfortable pouring your heart out to person of the same sex.

It is more apparent when I am getting married. My mum is my strength! Though at times, we may clash in thought, but she is my source of positive energy. She’ll keep telling me that everything will be fine, despite whatever may come.

I pray for my mum’s happiness, she had endured a lot. And she deserves it! She’s the best mum in the world!

Thanks Mak!