Sunday, May 9, 2010


She peels apples for me although I keep complaining that I hate apples.

She harps on about the importance of diet while refilling my bowl.

She wakes up late at night to see whether I kick my quilt away.

She barely cooks herself a decent meal unless I come home for the weekend.

She keeps my bedroom organized and clean no matter whether I'm going to be home.

She wants me to just try my best instead of pushing me to be No.1.

She knows that I'm grown-up but deep down still sees me as a kid.

She tells everyone that she's lucky to have me as a daughter.

She teaches me how to be a good decent woman and a great mother.

She is my mom, the most beautiful woman in the world.