Mother

Dear Mom,

I am in Vancouver now. Actually, I am in Vancouver Public Library, looking outside of the window. This place is yet unfamiliar and yet weirdly familiar. Everybody is friendly and yet everybody is stranger to me. I am doing some works, and looking at my phone, I realize: tomorrow is Mother’s day. I don’t know why, but I feel… some sort of sadness.

This morning, I woke up to the sound of the alarm.I made my bed, I prepped myself, the grab the bag and get out of the house. On my way, I bought a sandwich and a cup of coffee for my breakfast. And, I started the day. As it’s becoming my life from now on, it feel just like everyday, but remind me of something… very dearly to me.

I still remember, everyday, you wake me up, you make my bed, you make my breakfast, and, you… care for me. I miss that. Could that be the reason the sadness is lingering inside me… . Or, perhaps, I, just miss you… so much, as you say, I am a mama’s boy.

Mother, I still remember every time I raised my voice when argue with you. What a brat am I, right? I am asking myself: why, why did you do that? I still remember, every night that you wake, so that I sleep sound.

Dear Mother, I am sorry, for every moment that i make you sad. Dear Mother, I am thankful for everything that you gave me, you sacrificed for me, and more importantly, brought me to this world. Thank you, Mother, and happy Mother’s Day.

Your son,

James