Bidadari

Mama. She's my bidadari..

Hmmm... wish I had her with me now, hugging me and telling me that it's going to be ok.

Mama, I miss you so much.

Everyday, I have to go through this weird feeling; seeing how they have the luxury of talking to their moms through phone.

Everyday, I see the same scene... mothers taking their children to school.

Everyday, I hear the same voices calling for their moms..."Mak, mak!"

How nice it is to be loved by a mother...kan, kan, kan... To have the warmth smile, cuddling you through thick and thin. Owh.. so soothing. I bet it's nicer if I had one. Jealous. Oh boy, I miss you mama.. I wonder what are you doing up there? Are you ok? Gwaenchanayo? Do you eat well? Are you happy? Are you smiling? Do you miss us here? We miss you.... so much.

It's father's day. How nice it'd be if you could join abah for the party. I think he misses you dearly...he just won't admit that he misses you. You know...guys..;p

Do you think it's childish for me to miss my bidadari? Maybe I should tell you this... You are darn lucky to have your moms around! Seriously. Days without a mother is like having your cereal without milk. Nothing works without the presence of a mother! Nothing! Please love your mother... I hate seeing how people have the guts to leave their mother like a stray cat... Or like a dumb, debile, old, crappy woman alone..waiting and waiting for her children to come home.. Helpless. Restless. Pointless.

Ok... Be there for her! She's always there for you, remember?! Come on... where's the good heart of yours?! Use it....

Thank you mama and all moms out there.. for everything! Thank you thank you thank you...

P/s - I love you.